Good points, and I’m glad to be reminded of those things again - stuff I keep telling myself too.
The part about grieving for America reminds me of King David, when his son with Bathsheba was struck. David begged and pleaded so that they were afraid to tell him that his son had died. But once the child had died he got up, washed up, and moved on. As long as there was a chance of saving his son, he needed to do whatever he could. When the loss was complete, he had permission to grieve and accept.
I haven’t accepted that the time is up for this country yet. I’m still fighting for her. I’m still thinking God is bigger than Goliath and can defeat Goliath if He so wishes. And He can. It’s just a question of whether it’s time for this nation and/or this world to end, and only God knows that.
When I feel like America can’t be saved, I tell myself that it’s OK because the Lord knows what He’s doing and will take care of me and my family. I’ll still fight for her because I could be wrong, and the Lord could use even my puny slingshot to help bring down the giant. (Oh, wow. Deja vous. I’ve said this before, and then right afterwards somebody attacked me out of the blue).
My husband and I have talked about what Martin Luther said when somebody asked him what he would do if he knew the world was going to end tomorrow. He said, “Plant a tree.”
So I guess I’m still torn between the now and the not yet. I’ll keep trying to resuscitate the country until the Lord tells me she’s dead. But I mustn’t let the attention for the country keep me from preparing myself or my family. And I find myself hungering desperately for the Word. I was supporting my younger son as he went to the high school class on Sunday mornings, where they’re doing a Dave Ramsey program, but I had to give it up because I needed the Bible much more than I needed Dave Ramsey. Both church and family devotion times are like an Oasis for me.
So I’m living with one foot in Heaven and one foot on earth. It’s not very comfortable, to say the least. But I don’t know what else to do.
I have found for myself that now my fight for America is more effective because I can be dispassionate—like a black ops operator. My thoughts are clear, concise, and targeted. I love America. Always have, always will. It’s just that this time in history requires a willingness to give it to God. And I have.