America, Why You're More Than Just Votes

So today's the day.

The day of long lines, pencil colored circles, stickers of red, white, and blue and the dreaded outcome of a country teetering on its axis of an all out grab for power and change.

We're all on edge.

We're all just maybe a hair shy of losing it. 

But, America, no matter what, you're more than just the votes casted.

You're more than just a northern country with social media inventions, a good barbecue burger, Sunday football, take out pizza, and a light bulb.

You're the fertile grounds that keep fathering freedoms into the next generations to come.

You made it through the great depression, wars, plagues, the stock market crash, invasions, natural disaster's and you will keep on making it through.

You soaked fields upon fields red with the lives of good men and women who fought for equality, justice, peace, the right of religion, and the decency and love for all mankind.

You trudged across foreign soils to protect it.

You still keep fighting.

No matter the tally of votes, victory lies in the hands of a people who know that totals can never tear apart the good of a country.

Good people will keep on being good people.

Hardworking people will keep on being hardworking people.

Votes can never count the hearts of people who love enough to keep on loving no matter who takes the center stage.

Two candidates. Two ways to divide a country. One way to heal it.

No matter who takes the oval office there's only One who has the throne and His plan will not be thwarted by a he or she who claims an earthly victory.

The outcome today can dictate a life we'd rather not face, a life that we'd rather not see building up for our children and their children's children, for the America that we love.

We do what we can do. 

But we rest knowing that He never sleeps. 

His plan will prevail.  His kingdom will come. 

And we keep pressing on, bending the knees, raising the arms high, because our hope is not in who on earth can save us but who in heaven can deliver us.

Sojourner's Here

{This post is part of kate motaung, five minute friday's, and the word today to write in five minutes is journey.}

Somewhere, right now, there's a girl that's wishing she could pack her bags and go home.

I've been her often and now I'm wishing I could maybe be her again.

There's something about it.

You can't seal it up, shut it out, turn it off, no matter how broken or bitter or barren it is, it's still home and it's a beautiful broken.

When the door shuts on you at eighteen the eyes glance out a big wide world that seems to simply wrap you in a warm embrace, full of light and you can't see the dark that lingers in the dimlight and the legs just run towards a journey that joins the eager with the unknowing.

And a journey of paths begin full of twists and turns some straight and narrow, some with dead ends and others that seem like they'll never end or keep replaying the same destination over and over.

There's a stand still and life just zooms by overhead and there's a wonder where it all went and can it be gotten back.

Sometimes I wish we could just freeze the moments that matter never to be forgotten always to be replayed.

This is how it is, the journey of life. 

We're all just sojourners here traveling on different roads that ultimately lead to the same one path in the end.

And this home here will never match the kingdom there.

But then that's why there's a journey.

We're somehow all looking down these roads not knowing what it is we're really seeking, but really in the end, we're just looking for home.