It’s taken me all day to write this. I am without words today. Just heavy sighs.
I have no more tears left to shed this year. I thought I would cry if America chose hate. But I didn’t. My shoulders just dropped and I literally laughed. 
I have lost a lot this year: the death of very dear friend, the closing of my business, the closing of my college, a few one sided friendships, my maternal grandmother, and today the loss of the America I believed existed. The loss that I have experienced in the last nine months, along with the struggle of regular every day life with work and parenting has made me not as chipper as I normally am.   And that’s okay. And that is normal. We all grieve loss in our own unique way. There is no right or wrong to it. 

Today, someone tried to insult me for standing up for the LGBT community. For standing up for people who do not share my faith. For standing up for people who have no home to go home to. For accepting and loving people who choose differently than I do. I am constantly reminded that my greatest gift is also my greatest hurt. I am taking the “insult” as a “well done good and faithful servant”. 

While we talk about “making America great again” can we also start talking about “making our faith about love again”? Because that seems to be a major part of the problem.

Looking for the joy in the mourning, again.

J.

PS: if you missed it- we wore white on Election Day. The color of women’s suffrage.