I feel like I am walking around in a fog this morning. No, it is not the fact that Michael is sick again (as of this morning, I think he has croup). My heart is heavy as we face the dawn of an Obama presidency. Yesterday, part of me refused to believe it was possible that he could win. Deep down, I thought he would. At 10 PM, his fate was sealed.
So, today, I am fearful. I do not know what this change will bring to our world. I am fearful that troops will be pulled from Iraq too soon making us look weak, leaving us open to more terrorism. I am fearful for our economy. My husband pointed out an article that points out that FDR's policies prolonged the Depression by seven years. I am fearful that we will be headed in this direction if Obama and the Democratic led House and Senate really do put redistribution of wealth to the test. I am also fearful that FOCA will become a reality leading to abortion at any point in a pregnancy paid for by taxpayers, as well as loss of parental notification.
There is not much room for hope today. And so, I pray.