Dear Jesus,
My heart aches for your return. As we sit this evening, most in front of our TV's awaiting to hear of the future of our country, let us not falter and discredit you in your sovereignty. For you alone are the only one who can see the direction of this country vast beyond our limited view. Yet, again, I fail you. I fear what I cannot see. But take heart and remind me often that what this election holds does not determine my trust in you. Thank you for being faithful to have your hand guiding us in the direction you have already pre-destined us to. For you alone are worthy of our praise.
Your daugher.
This is my prayer for tonight. What's yours?





















