Our world, our country, feels different now.
The last thing I want to do is dive into the sea of talk that just seems to spiral further and further into despair and grief and hurt, but I – like so many – am still processing the state of our union.
We’re still a union after all, aren’t we?
It’s what we’re supposed to be.
I read these beautiful, poignant words of our country’s Declaration of Independence and feel a myriad of things.
“We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.”
But today it feels as though the flesh of America has been rubbed raw from months of debates, name-calling, scandals, and protests. Months of seeing some of the worst parts of humanity laid bare for all the world to see.
This election cycle hurt us. It weakened us. It created division and pain in our hearts, but still I can’t bring myself to say that it broke us. To think of this great nation as broken just seems like too much to think about today.
Dictionary.com has many definitions for the word broken and one of them reads “weakened in strength, spirit, etc.” Today, we may feel weakened in our strength and, yes, maybe even weakened in our spirit but there is a truth that soars above these feelings that we find in our hearts today.
Though we may feel weakened, we can hold firm to the truth that God’s power is made perfect through our weakness. We may feel weak, we may feel weary, but I place my hope and my trust in the God who is at work through all of this. Yes, all of this.
I read something on social media a few days ago that has not escaped my mind in these past few hours. The post showed a side by side picture of both Donald Trump and Hillary Clinton and stated that both of those people were God’s children. I find myself wondering if anyone actually stopped to think about that in the past 24 hours.
Flawed as they may be, as we all are, they were created God in His image and for a specific purpose. The thought brings me some level of peace, I must admit. Once the votes have been counted and the speeches are given, there is God who is still good and is still sovereign over it all.
As I sit here, nearly 24 hours later and still hesitantly updating social media every so often for fear of what I’ll read, I find myself watching a documentary for my class on pediatric palliative care. My heart is tender and the emotions come to me easily, more so when I watch a precious seven year old girl crying tears of joy over being able to leave the hospital and go home. Her tears of joy come on the heels of learning that her leukemia has spread and there’s nothing more to be done.
It’s a precious dose of perspective.
We still have so much to be grateful for.