The election is over. After a year and a half, America has decided that the best person for POTUS is Trump.
I cried last night.
I cried this morning.
I cried when I got home from work.
Not just because Trump has said horrible things about Muslims, Mexicans, or women; but because this is the person people wanted to hold the highest title in our country.
My heart aches. My mind, body, and soul are heavy and burdened.
People want this. So many people. And not just any people… but my people. People I love. People who taught me right from wrong. People who told me to be kind, compassionate, and to love others, no matter what. These people have actively chosen a man who defies each of these qualities.
At a time such as this. .. it feels so hopeless. Our country struggles with hating so many people. How can we heal? Are there any people who actually want to heal? People who desire to love? It feels like there aren’t. It feels like hope is gone.
But you know what? It’s not. There ARE people who are kind and loving and who actually follow Christ. There ARE people who once finished grieving, will get up and fight for what is right. There ARE people who will fight for equal pay and rights for all. I know this because there are so many of you who feel the weight of this decision as I do. You know that hate and fear don’t win in the very end, and that love has already trumped hate. You know that while the world seems so dark and full of spite, there are some willing to carry on and sweat for progress.
Today is yours. Tomorrow will be too. It’s okay to cry. It’s okay to turn off your phone to journal, do yoga, and just shed tears for what has happened. These next few days are yours to work with… to process how this happened and why. Take some time think through it all, and know you aren’t alone. There are many who feel the same. For now my sweet friends, feel the heartbreak and work through your thoughts; for when you reach the end of grief, our work towards a better future truly begins.
Much love. Much grace