I hate election seasons.
I hate the rudeness of the candidates and the junior-high name calling and mudslinging; I hate the bias of the news media, and the innuendo, half-truths, and outright lies that are flung around carelessly.
I hate having to vote AGAINST someone rather than FOR someone. I hate how people seem to mindlessly follow popular opinion and don’t seem to really think about their votes.
I hate how I see news stories about the election when I don’t seek them out. (Thanks FB; I’m about over you.)
But I *love* how God works in the midst of my turmoil and worry. This morning yet another story about the character flaws of the leading candidate– as if I needed convincing– came up in my news feed, and I had to repent about not trusting God to take care of our country if this man is elected President. But when I had my quiet time, Psalm 79 was next in my through-the-Bible reading. It begins “The heathen have invaded our land,” and continues with prayers for God’s mercy. It was a good springboard for prayer.
Then, in my Women of Faith “Boundless Love” book I’m reading, this: