I thought it would stop.
All the negativity.
The name calling; by the very people who wish to not be called names.
I don’t, and can’t understand the mentality.
We are more than this.
My parents taught me, “If you don’t have anything nice to say, then don’t say it at all.”
That practice seems to be only pertinent when your candidate wins office.
I long for unity.
I long for no name calling; on either side.
I long for there not to be sides.
They challenge us; teach us.
But no sides.
We can learn from each other.
No matter how different.
There is always something to learn.
Something to understand.
I pray that my energy will always be spent trying to understand.
More importantly, I long to be resting in the Father’s will.
He went to the cross because they didn’t understand.
They missed the message he brought.
Even in his death he cried, “Father, forgive them, for they do not know what they are doing.”
I’m trusting and I’m hoping.
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops at all.”
― Emily Dickinson
I’m going to continue to do what I’ve been doing.
Reading the Ancient Words.
Being Jesus to those around us.
I am thankful for:
Freedom of Speech
Freedoms afforded us because so many have given their lives
Health Care and my learning curve yesterday
moments on the couch with my farmer and youngest daughter
a busy household; people coming in and out
this time of year; the barrenness that reminds me of the promises to come
the cold that nips
the spectacular back light from the sunset on the mountain
a warm home
grace that greets me at every turn
hope in something more than this earth
the hard and hurtful times and what we learn
the hope of seeing Elijah again someday
people I have met along this grief journey
memories as we head into this holiday season
A Savior that loved us enough to die for us
Our help is in the name of the LORD, the Maker of heaven and earth.