Today I watched the Inaugural Ceremonies.
Today I cried. I’m sure others cried when Reagan was inaugurated back in 1981 so I’m not the first to be caught up in my own disappointment and grief at where I see my country heading.
I’ve heard things that make me cringe, things that make me sad, and things that make me livid. I am tired. I am very tired.
So, I did what I’ve been saying I would do. I humbled myself, I prayed, I’m seeking His face and turning from MY wicked ways. I took a shower and sang at the top of my lungs, God Bless the USA followed by Statue of Liberty by Neil Enloe.
I took a deep breath, squared my shoulders, and tried to sing Battle Hymn of the Republic. I couldn’t do it… I got to “trampling out the vintage” and broke down completely.
But you know, our God is marching on. He is Marching on. HE. Is. Marching. ON.
I am so thankful that God is bigger than the limits of my comfort zone.
I am still struggling. I am still hurting. But God is still on the throne and I have to rest in the knowledge that for whatever reason, this is His will.
God Bless America. God Bless President Obama. God Bless us one and all.