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Giving Thanks for Another Day

Watching the election coverage last night was exciting, if a little disappointing for me.  I marvel at how differently people see things, but that is life.  We see things through our own filters, which are shaped by life experience, education, economics, and tons of other things.  So I guess I shouldn't be surprised at how varied peoples views are. I expected to feel a little bummed today, but I don't. I feel like ok, I did my part.  I voted my conscience, I kept up on the issues, I didn't openly criticize people who attacked conservative opinions.  I took the loss like a Woman.  Ultimately, that is all we can do anyway.  We live in the most amazing country, with freedoms and privileges like no other. Even having the right to voice a differing opinion is an incredible gift in comparison to the oppression other people in the world suffer.

Do I have concerns about the future of those freedoms? Yes, I do. But I know that regardless of what man is holding the reins of this country, that God has it all under control.  His plan must include using that person in some way for His glory.  I will just continue doing what He wants me to do. Love my neighbor, (even if we see the world very differently), do my best to help people where I can, and to live a life that glorifies Him.  It's all good.  It is a beautiful day in the United States of America.  Thank you Lord for another day of enjoying your majesty, in this incredible country of ours.

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