Telling Right From Wrong.....

 Election Day was 2 days ago and we don't have a declared winner.  This does not distress me. 

Our Commander in Chief had begun litigating the undeclared outcome.  This does not surprise me. 

What does surprise and distress me is how close the numbers are.  This indicates to me that the country is divided almost exactly in half, and EACH half is ABSOLUTELY convinced that the ENTIRE OTHER HALF does not know how to tell right from wrong. At. All.

This would be easier to cope with if I could just explain it away as a "low IQ" issue, or a "lack of education" issue, but I'm a doctor, and have colleagues living in a "blue state" who have voted on both sides.  

How is this country going to recover from believing that HALF of everyone around us is so....wrong? Stupid? Stubborn? Misinformed? When they believe the same of us?

Lord God, grant us grace.

DeeDee

November and Thankfulness......

 I'm pretty sure I skipped expressions of gratitude on the Blog last year, and I'm not sure why.  There are plenty of reasons to be grateful, for sure.  Babygirl is all grown up, and she is doing very well from an overall health standpoint. She is taking nearly full responsibility for maintaining her health these days, and it's a pretty impressive thing.

But we shared a really BIG rite of passage together yesterday.  We went together to vote early in what was her first presidential election.  (My first was Carter. Lordy, I'm old.) She's been voting 3 years, since age 18. She actually registered to vote on the street during Porch Fest at a Get Out The Vote outreach (proof that these events are worth doing, folks - keep up the good work!). We've had some lively conversations over the past year about the candidates, the parties, the issues, Supreme Court Justices, and what matters to us in the long run. 

Neither of us is happy about the ages of the two men running. But someone online said, "It's not a prom date. It's a chess move." That seemed like a pretty profound way to look at it, in reality.  Which of these ridiculously elderly men gets us closer to whatever goal we have in mind? 

As we finished waiting in line, and were about to step forward to sign in for our ballots, I looked her in the eye and said, "May the odds be ever in our favor!"

We went in laughing.  I came out praying.  

Babygirl is going to need healthcare for a long, long time. Getting her that care has been an ongoing battle.  May the odds, indeed, be ever in our favor.

Thank you, Lord, for the right to vote.

DeeDee.