It’s been a long day. I hate starting an entry like that, but it’s the truth. I’m exhausted by my hour long physical therapy. The pain I already have is intensified to the point where I have trouble thinking straight sometimes. There are things I need to get done, but the energy just isn’t there.
Compound that with this horrible election and I’m left feeling kind of dirty and hollow. I don’t know what kind of president Mr. Trump will be, but I feel also like I have a responsibility to find some hope in all this. I have 9 nieces and nephews that deserve a better world than one filled with hate and division, but I find my faith kicking in right now. It says in the Bible that God is in control and I believe that with all my heart. Whoever is president of this divided country does not lead without God letting them do so. And if God is my father, I must have faith in that fact.