But on Sunday, when I went to vote myself, I had a reaction I can't fully explain. I stood in front of the computer screen tucked away in my little booth and tried to click my choices for Senate, House of Representatives, and president of the United States and tears began streaming down my face. Though I knew I had a choice in which button I clicked, for the first time in my history of voting, I didn't feel like I had a real option. I felt like no matter which button I chose it would have more negative results than positive. Our nation has come so far from the values I believe it was founded on. We have given away so much of our soul that in the moment with my hand hovering over the "cast your ballot," I wept.
I didn't abandon my right, my voice, or my privilege. I chose as wisely as I could and I prayed that God would keep "seeing" us here. I prayed that no matter who is chosen as our earthly leader, that I would hold on to the heavenly Kingdom for which I was created. I prayed that my tears for a more sane world would never cease. And I prayed that the God in whom I trust would remain Emmanuel, God with us.