A Fresh Start

 

Like many others I’m sure, I shed some tears as I heard Kamala Harris take the oath of office of Vice President of the United States. A woman of colour in this high position: praise God. We were driving back from the dentist’s, and I had joined in with Lady Gaga in singing – or at least humming – the Star-Spangled Banner. Then Joe Biden took his oath of office, and a sense of relief swept through me. Someone who is willing to gather round him people of integrity and expertise, and to listen and learn and act in accordance, as part of a team.

It felt like the end of a war. Or maybe like D-Day – because there is a lot of territory which was lost during the previous administration, which needs to be re-taken: areas of environmental, judicial, and compassionate importance. This administration needs our prayers.

The wind is howling here today, the rain sweeping in sheets across the sky. Blowing out the old.  A cleansing. A refreshing. A new start.

Thanks to our Father God for his loving and great mercies. So grateful that yesterday there was no attempted violence or overthrow of a democratically-elected government. So grateful that yesterday, on a much smaller scale, I came out of the dentist’s office with hope for retaining that tooth, and gratitude for the skill of the dentist and the blessing that we have here to be able to afford to have our teeth repaired.