Good thing we’re not really in charge…

If I have learned anything about myself in my 24, almost 25, years of life it is that I am an extremely empathetic person. I often feel the emotions, thoughts and attitudes of those around me. God has blessed me with this gift but there are times when it is hard to differentiate the emotions, thoughts and attitudes of others from my own. When this happens I find myself feeling extremely angsty*. Monday was one of those days. My mom, who had come to see me over the weekend, had gone back home. She left me with a pan of chicken enchiladas, because she’s the real MVP.  But she also left me to my own devices, and when I say devices I mean thoughts, lots and lots of thoughts. My thoughts led to anxiety. My anxiety came from knowing that come Wednesday morning, while many Americans would be celebrating, there would also be those, for lack of a better term, who would be in mourning. And knowing that there would be division made me feel broken for our country. So while I felt anxious for the better part of Monday, come Tuesday morning I was reminded that God is still in control. He was, is and always will be the ultimate decider of the fate of this great country we call home. Before I went to sleep Tuesday morning, I sat down and read a Psalm and I prayed. I asked God for peace, I asked that no matter His will I would find comfort in knowing that it is HIS will. And let me tell you, I slept better than I have in a long while. I woke up Tuesday afternoon and went to work with my kiddos. Those precious kids who don’t always understand the magnitude of things like elections. Those kids who just want to watch Toy Story and play with puzzles. Those kids who want to forget for a little while that they aren’t feeling good and for some reason they can’t be at home. I could not worry about anything other than being Jesus to my patients because this world is broken and they will learn that sooner than they should have to. So Wednesday morning, when it was decided that Donald Trump is the president-elect of the United States of America, as I was busy trying to quietly hang medicines and check vital signs without waking up these sleeping little ones, God placed a verse from Ruth in my mind. “… blessed be the LORD, who has not left you this day without a redeemer, and may his name be renowned in Israel.” (Ruth 4:14). Donald Trump is not our redeemer; Hilary Clinton is not our redeemer. Our redeemer is not a human man or woman. Jesus is our redeemer. He has redeemed me from things I thought nonredeemable and because of that he has put me in a place to be love to others. He is and always will be the Redeemer to this broken world. And because of that I can be at peace, even when peace is hard find.

*angsty may or may not be an actual word but it is my adjective of the word angst meaning, the feeling of dread, anxiety or anguish