I was stressed out in 2008, and worried in 2010. Tonight I’m literally sick to my stomach with worry.
Rather than watching the results trickle in, I took long a walk, during which I prayed the Rosary, the Seven Sorrows of Mary, and the Divine Mercy Chaplet.
Better to pray than to fret, I figure, but I confess that my prayers were still fraught with fretting.
I know that tons of Catholics across America have spent much of their days in prayer. I just got a text from a friend who went to two Masses, a prayer service with adoration, and wrapped up two novenas today.
I didn’t fast. I wish I had fasted.
But, in the end, I must apply to the results of this election the same words that I’ve used to defend Richard Mourdock’s campaign misstep:
No matter what happens,
God can make good come of a seemingly terrible circumstance.
We must simply be open to His will, and
seek out how we can be His servants
in bringing about His plan.
We don’t know the road ahead of us, but He does.
“For I know well the plans I have in mind for you, says the LORD, plans for your welfare, not for woe! plans to give you a future full of hope.” Jer 29:11