I’m sort of lost.
I did not vote for Trump. I did not vote for Hilary.
I voted for the small guy. I knew He couldn’t win, but His values and priorities aligned with mine most. So I choose a guaranteed loser.
Now we’re here. In a flurry of anger and fear and confusion. I’m lost.
I’m find that I’m the in between.
My Facebook and Instagram feed are flooded with love, and with anger. I see people celebrating because they believe we’re headed for a positive change. That Trump is going to actually do something to somehow make this Country ‘great again’. I see them bashing the ‘elite hollywood’ and the left wing ‘liberals’. Punch after punch. I see them making excuses for His unthinkable words and behavior. On the other side I see people screaming ‘he’s not my president’. And they’re screaming louder and louder. They are scared, and they are angry.
The gap is growing Friends. The divide is getting wider and wider. Everyone is screaming. And no one is listening.
Today millions of humans marched. For equal rights and for Women’s rights. I love that. But, I sort of, kind of, don’t, at the same time…
One voice can turn into an ocean. A million voices can change the world.
But where do I belong?
I believe Black Lives Matter.
I believe Gay lives matter.
I believe women should be treated with respect and equality.
I think immigrants should be given a fair chance and opportunity.
I believe ALL humans…are loved and created by a God who formed them in His image. Every single one of them.
I also believe that life matters. Not just black, white, blue, female, or male…not just lives but LIFE.
Do the unborn women of the world have equal rights? Who fights for them?
Does the unborn muslim baby have rights?
Does the gay baby boy have rights?
Who speaks for them? Who screams for their rights and their equal chance at ‘life, love, and the pursuit of happiness’?
Have you ever put your ears under the water in a bathtub full of water? You can hear your heart beat. Loud. Bold. Strong. Alive.
Do you know that 3 weeks after conception a baby has a heart beat? It’s alive. This is scientific fact. And I can’t, simply can’t, wrap my mind around how ending that heartbeat falls in the category of ‘female reproductive’ rights. I can’t draw the line from one to the other. I don’t see the logic there. We raise millions, and millions of dollars a year to help fight against pre-mature births. To help the March of Dimes. And in the same breathe we give our dollars to support pro-choice? So when you WANT the baby then it’s worth everything in the bank, but when you’re not ready or it’s an inconvenience then you should have the right to throw them in the trash? Literally.
I’m on the side that fights for ALL Life. And I want to be on the side that is listening. Hearing. I want to understand people’s hearts. I want to wash over my community with grace. Pure grace.
I am lost. The divide is growing. And I’m on my knees…