I love my country. I love the freedoms that I have enjoyed as an American.
I also mourn many things about the state of my nation, including the slow chipping away of many of those freedoms I have been thankful for. And not all of that chipping away is due to changes in laws. Some is due to changes in the culture itself, and it saddens me that my daughters and grandchildren aren’t even aware of what has been lost.
I have prayed with other Christians for this election. To be honest, I have despaired at times. I have wrangled with my choices. And at last I arrived at a place of peace about the decision I have made.
Now the day is here. In a few hours, my husband and I will get in the car and go cast our votes for the next president of the United States, along with other elected officials and other state and local concerns.
“Do not trust in princes [or presidents], In mortal man, in whom there is no salvation. His spirit departs, he returns to the earth; In that very day his thoughts perish.” (Psalm 146:3–4, NASB95)
There were no elections for the leader of the Roman Empire, and I am certain Jesus’ disciples didn’t put trust in whomever was Caesar at the moment. I’m pretty sure they were often afraid of what that next Roman soldier they saw on the road might do to them, just because they were citizens of an occupied country. And yet Jesus told them not to be afraid.
No matter the results of this election, my hope is in the Lord my God.
God bless America and may He preserve and protect our nation.