the morning after

morning-after

I woke up this morning thinking, “well, that really happened”

so here we are.
some disgusted
some jubilant
some crushed
some feeling absolutely terrific

me?
I’m grieving…
not because one candidate didn’t get elected
or because the other did.
grieving because our nation, this great nation, is divided….polarized

what took place during the past few months was our freedom at work
our liberty with feet and legs
and vocal cords and mouths
but it was freedom, nonetheless.

I was, as a woman, granted the privilege to cast a vote yesterday…
I didn’t have to wear a disguise
I didn’t have to demand that I should be allowed…I was free to do so.
I was also free to voice an opinion via a ballot for my own dissatisfaction with my options in this election.

today, I am free to voice an opinion about that election process without fear
without censors

this, my friends, is what men and women have given their lives for…our freedoms
and yes, our freedom to be disjointed in our beliefs
on opposite sides of issues

and even to voice our allegiance to Someone greater than ourselves
to God who was not surprised in the wee hours of this morning with the color red
who did not transform
who did not disappear
who has not abandoned us
who is the same – yesterday, today, and for the rest of forever!

have we lost sight of that?
that we are not in charge
that the choices we are allowed to make came at a great price
that we don’t control the present, past or future?
that we don’t always get “our way”?
(and who is to say that we have it right?)

How enduring is God’s loyal love;
the Eternal has inexhaustible compassion.
Here they are, every morning, new!
Your faithfulness, God, is as broad as the day  – Lamentations 3:22-23  (the Voice)

the morning after…
with new mercies
new love and compassion
where do we go from here??

first, my friends, I encourage you to sit in your feelings for a bit…
look at them
feel them
smell them
are they speaking anything to you?
do they taste sweet?
salty?
bitter?

sift through them…

Fill your minds with beauty and truth. Meditate on whatever is honorable, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is good, whatever is virtuous and praiseworthy – Philippians 4:8 (the Voice)

keep what can be filtered through this
and set the other ones aside…you may not be ready to give those up right now

you know what?
that’s okay!

We cannot wrap our minds around God’s wisdom and knowledge! Its depths can never be measured! We cannot understand His judgments or explain the mysterious ways that He works! – Romans 11:33 (the Voice)

and I encourage you to find people to talk to
who will listen without the need to respond
who will process with you whatever is going on inside…
who will walk beside you on this path –
this is going to be a long, arduous journey
(I am just speaking truth as I see it)

I don’t pretend to understand the current state of our country…
honestly, I really didn’t understand it before November 8, 2016

on some level, I am not sure this outcome was that shocking…
we are quick to point out the toothpick sticking out of someone’s eye
and yet ignore the 2×4 swinging out of our own

from LGBTQ issues

to anti-abortion vs pro-choice
(‘cuz are we really talking about pro-life…?)

to….(fill-in-the-blank)

some of us kind of demanding that we have it all figured out
that we have, in fact, wrapped our heads around the “magic of Jesus”

but…
do we really love each other?
can we say that we are “one nation, under God, indivisible with liberty and justice for all?

“No human has ever been able to staunch the power of love.  Be good news.  Be a good neighbor.  Be kind and hopeful and generous.  Hug your babies and don’t let their fear find a permanent home.” – Jen Hatmaker

so, as morning has turned to evening
as tension and division and disgust and hatred
and jubilation and excitement and exuberance
are jockeying for the lead…
can we take a moment to
just breathe?

and that in our collective brokenness
we sit here

“Letting tears over all the fracturing of all of us be like water for broken places, letting it grow grace to love like Jesus, letting it be like a gentle balm to the raw questions, the bruised conversations…
Do not be afraid of broken things — this is where God is resurrecting new things.” – Ann Voskamp

maybe it’s time we changed the story…

Standing on a road I didn’t plan
Wondering how I got to where I am
I’m trying to hear that still small voice
I’m trying to hear above the noise – Need You Now, Plumb

grace….new every morning, including the morning after

 

 

 

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