I understand that things can get difficult. Even when they are first world problems (which means they are issues of privilege), they are still problems. True, mine are generally insignificant ones, compared to life and death problems that many people the world over are struggling with each and every day, that is quite true. But they are still problems, even if they are insignificant ones (when viewed through that realistic lens). Let’s be real, nobody is holding a gun to my head, literally (even if I sometimes feel like that figuratively). I still have choices (even when it feels like I don’t).
Understanding that most of my problems are small ones (nothing life or death, here!) SHOULD make it somewhat easier to suck it up, buttercup – and MOVE ON. *sigh*
Time to find my inner stubborn, and kick that ass into gear.
Remember how it felt when Obama was elected the first time in 2008? Remember how you celebrated victory, and what you had to say to those misguided people who were bitterly disappointed? Remember when he was re-elected in 2012, and you were proud and sure of the rightness of the world, feeling vindicated about all you knew to be right and true about America? Remember?
THIS is how it felt to the other side in 2008 and 2012.
Do not put your trust in kings and princes (or presidents). God is every bit as much in control right now as He has ever been. He is able to create a victory out of a horrible mess, and He is working to have things just as they should be, which we often do not see or understand.
Remember when you said to give Obama a chance to prove himself? Ditto.
Remember when you said suck it up, buttercup, you lost, now let’s move forward to get some serious, much-needed work done for the country? Ditto.
Remember when you said to respect the American process, and the office of President, even if you could not respect the person? Ditto.
Remember when you said it’s time to heal divides, and work together for the good of everyone? Ditto.
NOTHING about what you said then was WRONG. It’s just harder to hear it and embrace it sitting on the losing side of the fence. Believe me, I know – and Trump was never my candidate.