The Election

 

This year has been one for the books. For one thing, the dizzying speed at which it has flown by astounds me. We were just having Christmas, right? Yet here we are approaching Thanksgiving again. And elections. I have been holding my breath since the last election, and tomorrow we revisit that travesty. 

Truth be told, and I'm not ashamed to say it, because the Lord knows anyway, I was a little mad at God after the last election. For a couple of months actually. I cried myself to sleep. I asked God WHY. I couldn't wrap my head around it. After all, God is not a God of cheating. I didn't think He would let it stand. In fact I was absolutely positive He would intervene. I told everybody so. I believed it. 

But He didn't. 

After those couple of months went by, I humbled myself and accepted that God is bigger than me. He has His reasons. He is sovereign. He knows what's best, because He knows what's ahead. 

A few months after that I had an epiphany from Him. I was praying for my family and friends. Sometimes when I pray for them, I release them to the Lord. Lord, I trust you with my husband. I trust you with my daughters, I trust you with my son, I trust you with my marriage, my home, my everything. 

It's just something I have always done. My way of letting the Lord know I won't be worrying about these things, today. They are in His capable hands. 

On this particular day, as the words escaped my lips, I heard Him speak to my heart. Do you trust me with your country? 

I was taken aback. Did I? He had hit me right in the breadbasket with that question. Right in the solar plexus. I thought about it. I thought about the way I had reacted after the last election. I had made myself sick with tears. I had questioned God. I questioned myself. Did I even know God? I had been way off on this one. I had been arrogant. I had listened to the polls and assumed who would be the winner. I hadn't counted on the cheating. 

The one thing I hadn't done was trust the Lord in this matter. I just assumed that He would do "what was right". 

And He didn't. 

So when He posed the question to me, after thinking about it, I released my country to the Lord. And often after that day, I would do the same. When I would pray for the safety of President Trump, which I did often, especially after witnessing him get shot in the head, I would always tell the Lord I trust you with my country, Lord, I really do. And I do. 

So, it's election Eve. And yes, I am having a little PTSD from last time. I am finding it difficult to watch the news. The polls are up, the polls are down, the polls are tied. My mental faculties are taxed with it all. There is random anxiety about it all. Will it all be repeated? Will the cheating be out of control, or have we done enough to counter it. I say "random" anxiety, because I have, in the midst of it, found peace. I just keep running back to the Rock, the one who sets me in wide open spaces, spaces where I can breathe without anxiety, and fill my lungs with joy. 

I trust you with my country, Lord. Win or Lose.