I have always loved election day. Always. I can remember being a little girl and loving to get to go down to the “voting house” (that’s what I grew up hearing our precinct’s location called) – and it literally did look like a little wooden house. I’d get to go to the voting house, almost always twice on election days, which also meant I got two stickers. First, with my grandparents, and then later in the evening with my parents when they got home from work. They always went together to mark their ballot. I remember them always being very serious about it, too. Not as serious as “The Lord’s Supper”/ communion at church, but almost. I grew up knowing that it was a right, responsibility, and privilege to vote.
DW and I voted together this morning, just like we have since we were married. I pray our girls will look back someday and remember their Momma & Daddy always voting together and feel the same sense of patriotism and appreciation that I do.
I’ve read a lot of things on Facebook and Twitter today about this election. I am praying for our country and it’s leaders, but also remembering that as Rick Warren so beautifully tweeted today: “Our hope is not in the man we put in the White House, but in the Man we put on the Cross.”