An election has ended. We move on with our lives and do what we need to do. We stand up for what we believe in--whatever that may be. I will remember this election; not for all of the sarcasm and snyping leading up to it, but for the importance of it. My beliefs were challenged and even entwined a bit among the platforms that appeared to emerge from the presidential campaigns. I consider myself a pro-life, family values, patriotic LIBERAL. There's not really a place for me in a two-party system, but I attach myself to the candidate who seems to represent my ideals. I want a candidate who knows charity is not an obligation but a fulfilling way of life.

The voting booth was empty when I entered the school building. The building was empty, for that matter. I paused in the corridor as I leaned over the water fountain. I had found a place to pray. Thoughts swirled through my head, but that happens all the time. Prayer came about because I was focused and the moment was meaningful. I prayed for peace. It is my most constant prayer: peace in my family, peace in my body, peace in the world. I thought of my daughter and my nieces and nephews and the country I want them to inherit. I prayed I could be helpful and I could find others (regardless of party affiliation) that will have their best interests at heart.

The actual voting process was solemn. I approached it like lighting a candle at church. No one offered me an "I voted" sticker and that seemed strangely appropriate as I didn't feel the need for a prize or a banner. I drove home relieved I didn't have to wait in line and hopeful that those who did would be that much more determined to vote with their hearts.


 I stayed up to hear the election results, but couldn't hang on long enough for the speeches. I was satisfied the candidate I voted for was elected, but I didn't feel the need to celebrate. Again, I was closer to prayer. "Just give folks a chance" I thought. "Can we be loving and merciful with one another?" I pleaded. Since a voice did not thunder back at me, I resigned myself to the work ahead. I was thankful for my family and the communities I have found, spawned from my family experience. I owned that love and fellowship and let it be my pillow.