Say It Ain’t So

My mind is preoccupied tonight.

I sat down intending to write a post that would have been almost identical to this one.  It appears as though Amy saved me the trouble though.  Apparently wise minds think alike.  Gotta love her. 

We’re watching election results roll in.

Both Pennsylvania and Ohio have been projected to be Obama states.

That’s really bad news.

Really, really bad news.

My stomach is turning.  My shoulders are tense with worry for what is almost sure to come.  My heart is incredibly heavy.

I don’t know what to say.

I wish I could be more faithful.  Like Jo-Lynne was when she said this.

I’ve been trying to convince myself that what she says is true.  Somewhere down deep I know she’s right.  And yes, I’m comforted by it.

But, alas, the flesh of me worries on.

I’ve always been a glass-half-empty kind of girl.  No doubt about that.

Right now I’m worrying about Torri’s college education fund.  And our already faltering economy.  And too many more things to document.

I certainly won’t go so far as to say that I’d rather move out of the country than live in a nation led by Mr. Obama.

I love this country.  And the ideals it was founded on.

I love capitalism and the opportunities my family and I are afforded by merely being Americans.

That is why my heart feels the weight of this outcome.

I worry that under this man’s guidance, our great nation will lose much of what our forefathers worked for and believed in, and ultimately gifted to us.

I mourn for the nation I idealize.  The nation I believe our founding fathers intended.  One in which Americans work hard and are rewarded for their efforts.

I fear wealth distribution.  I fear it not because it would drastically affect someone with an income as modest as ours, but because of the precedent it sets.

I fear a government run health care system.  I’m a former military spouse and having been part of a universal health care system I can definitively say that privatized health care is a far, far superior system.

I could go on.  But I don’t want to.  I feel an ulcer developing.

I know that come tomorrow morning I will wake with that uneasy feeling that something terrible has happened.  And for a moment, before I fully shake the haze of sleep, I won’t be able to place that apprehension.  Soon enough though I will remember.  I will remember the outcome of this election and the reasons for my anguish.

Though it’s hard to see any bright side at the moment, I do believe that we live in the greatest country in the world.  No matter who sits in the oval office.  I’m uncertain though, about our future.  And because I am concerned I will pray, and pray hard, for our President.  That he will lead with discernment.  I will pray for our nation.  That we don’t throw away the ideals on which our country was founded, but rather travel a path to realign with the values of our predecessors.

Mostly I’ll pray for big picture topics.  Really, I will.  But I can’t guarantee that I won’t also send up a prayer that this reign not last more than four years.

Good luck ya’ll.  We’re going to need it.