The election is over.
I suffered through months of endless tv-ad torture and hours of weird network tv coverage and the creepy shifty eyed Fox anchor squinting the vote-y news to me.
I can't say I'm happy with the liberal (with a capital LEFT) man our nation has elected
(it makes me throw up in my mouth a little bit to be honest)
and I can't say I haven't thought about a northern migration
(America Junior anyone?)
but I am so happy that this outcome wasn't a surprise for God.
{He holds my future in His hands as well as the countless babies' lives whom a certain future president doesn't think matter}
HE knows what our country needs and exactly how things will unfold.
In a time of uncertainty for the beliefs of evangelical Christians
(and a time when 1 Peter never rang so true to me)
{ 1 Peter 1: 17 Since you call on a Father who judges each man's work impartially, live your lives as strangers here in reverent fear.}
we can be certain of our hope and our future and certain that we need to start praying for our president elect.
I'm probably going to need a new nick-name for him--is Oprah's Little Helper less offensive than B.O.?
After all, it's the details that concern me most.