Five Minute Friday: Vote

 

 I have been thinking about this prompt, thinking, not writing. I’m not sure if I can resist some minor editing. But I will try.  

The year was 1976. Our nation’s bicentennial. An election. And the year I graduated from high school. The second presidential election eighteen years olds got to vote. I was more than excited. I registered. Went to my polling place ready to make my tiny dent in American society. 

An accidental president and an unknown peanut farmer. Forty some years ago my selection was my own. A bit of a contentious election; voters received their information from television and the written pages. Not near the frenzied media barrage we experience today. Facts. Figures. Images. Instantly coursing through our homes, our lives. The choice is remains simple; decide, choose, vote. 2020 has been flooded with strife, violence, division, and political vomit. (To graphic perhaps) 

Still, one thing remains from my first experience voting; to today’s manic hate fueled election; Jesus is Lord. Of our land and our election. He rules. Not only our country, but all of creation, from the  “in the beginning” until His glorious return...

No matter the results of this election, we ran be assured we are safe under His reign and rule. Let’s fix our eyes on Him. 

Disappoint

 Seems difficult to write the word “disappoint.”  Disappointing.  Disappointed. Would fit more easily into a sentence. To disappoint; indicates that I have not met the expectations of someone or a group of someones. Even now I’m struggling with the free write conception. I want to proof and correct my writing. My own fear of causing disappointment,  even to my expectations of myself haunts me. Disappoint is a strong common EMOTION in my inner being.

I depend on myself far to often to please others and myself. In Christ I can remember he never disappoints. In pursing Him my striving for perfection is me with His never failing Grace. 

Monday

  Rainy Days and Monday’s 

 

What is it about mondays? A song from the past. Deep past.  Wanders and weaves through the mind. 

Thinking back. Thinking about the now. The tomorrow.

The heart closes tightly, keeping the weeping from bursting forth. 

Sadness aches, lurking in the deepest depths. Screaming to be set free.

Recognized.

Embraced. 

Soothed. 

Healed. 

Fear. The greatest liar continues to stifle the letting go. 

Sneers. 

Mocking the bleeding scars as weakness. 

Tells the feeble heart no one cares. 

Keep it in. Protect it from judgment and critical spirits. 

Fix yourself. You’re lazy. 

Useless. Unloveable. 

Failure, go to bed. Hide. 

You’ll never get it right. 

But God says; you my child. 

Do not feed the fear. 

Look up to Me. 

I’m the comforter. 

The healer. 

I feel your pain. 

Broken. Timid. The heart resists. 

Unsure and afraid. 

Trust destroyed by man, the ears are sealed, the heart hardened. 

Hope is present 

Yet unseen.

Enough

Quite a day so it was. 

Minutes from sleep, I

Ponder the hours. Each distinct 

From another. 

Up 

down.. Fearing the 

Low place would overcome

And the darkness would see

Victory 

Late now

The circle complete

Breathing demonstrates 

A serenity 

A sort of calm

Saying a good

Not perfect day 

Has passed

Jesus reigns

And I am

Enough