The past couple of days, I have seen my first dark-eyed juncos at the feeder. These darling little birds, affectionately called “snowbirds” by my mother-in-law, come to us when the air turns frosty and the promise of winter is in the air.
These first glimpses of their slate-colored bodies and snowy white breasts always give me a thrill. Their visits feel like Christmas to me.
A new season is coming.
Promise is in the air.
But, the air has been heavy.
My sister-friends have had many words to say since the election. Perhaps there is no thing more dividing than politics.
I only pray that we remember love.
Sister-friends, I am not here to judge. Can man discern the mind of God? We must not assume that ours is the only choice that was made with careful consideration and prayer. Let us respect one another that much.
I am choosing, as Paul exhorted, to focus on, “…whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things.”
For it is true, as has been said often in the past several days, we are in God’s hands.
Not just today, or tomorrow, but always.
I love you all, dear sisters.
(If you are wondering how a Christain who is concerned about abortion could vote for Barack Obama, and truly want to understand, go here…and here. If you are interested in reading more thoughts about Christians who support Obama, visit here and here. If you think that the economy is not tied to the abortion rate, you might want to read this.)