Red, White, and Blue — and Rooted in Truth

Carl and I just wrapped up two weeks of Early Voting and yesterday’s Election Day itself. Long days. Early mornings. Lots of smiles. And a whole lot of red, white, and blue.

There’s something sacred about watching people vote.

Young parents with babies on their hips. Seniors walking slowly — some with canes — others with wheel chairs — and all were relentless and determined to vote.

Workers, including us, slipping in before our shift. Early voters who beat the rush — and late early voters who met the rush with very long lines. But here’s what amazed me:

No complaining. Just determination.

We weren’t discussing party lines or debating platforms. We were united in something simple — gratitude. Gratitude that we get to vote on a sunshine-filled Texas day.

I’ve heard it before: “What difference does my one little vote make?”

It’s true. It takes time. Research. Waiting in line. And statistically? One vote feels small.
But so does one prayer.
And we still pray.

Voting isn’t about control — it’s about stewardship. My faith shapes my values. And my values shape my vote. I don’t shout my political opinions from rooftops. I try to weigh them quietly, prayerfully.

When I step up to vote, I’m listening for that Voice.
And when it’s all counted? God is not pacing Heaven.

“The LORD can control a king’s mind as He controls a river.” (Proverbs 21:1)

His throne is still occupied. His purposes still unfold. His sovereignty has never depended on an election result.

If we don’t vote, we really shouldn’t complain. But if we do vote — we can rest. Because as followers of Jesus, our hope is not in red or blue.

It’s in the One who reigns above it all.
“Do not fear, for I am with you… I will strengthen you and uphold you.” (Isaiah 41:10)

We serve our country. We participate. We cast our vote.
We pray. We trust.

That’s the kind of red-white-and-blue faith I believe in. How about you?