Two Words for November 9th (And Every Day to Come)

Criss-cross applesauce, pen in hand, I watched the election results come in as I made the first marks in my first journaling Bible.

I flipped back and forth every few minutes, muting the television and praying, then listening and watching it all unfold.

I put the pen down to check Twitter, spent all of eightseconds scrolling, and picked the pen back up because my gosh, it was all just so much. (It still is.)

More praying, less scrolling. More journaling, less panicking.

Rejoice. Pray. Give...