Last night we were watching the news closely to see the results of our friend who was up for election. His name is Roger Bridgwater and last year he was appointed by the governor to be a judge in the criminal court system. I'm sure a lot of my readers in Houston know who he is. He is a fair, righteous, godly man. Roger is like an uncle to my sister and me. His daughter Kay is one of my best friends in the world. Unfortunately, things did not go favorably for the judges in his party last night. Jerrell and I were texting back and forth between 11 p.m. and 12 a.m. last night until the results were sure. The last thing I saw before I shut my eyes: "He lost." Oh man. What a sad, sad outcome. Harris County is missing a huge blessing.
I tossed and turned literally all night long. I longed for some Rolaids but there were none. Maybe I got one hour of sleep? I didn't take a nap yesterday and don't remember having any caffeine, so it had to have been related to all the election drama. This morning my head felt like I had slept on a bale of hay and ragweed next to five shedding cats. My heart and body were just sick. And tired.
Then I went to turn off my porch light and saw that my Roger Bridgwater campaign sign had been removed from my front yard and placed on my front porch. It was not even 7 a.m.! I was furious at my anonymous neighbor for "helping me" put away my sign. Seriously? Like I wouldn't have done it myself? We had two houses on our street leave up their Hilary signs for at least a month after she was no longer a contender. And did anyone do anything about it? No. So I was beyond ticked. And hurt. Then instead of having my quiet time immediately I got online and shared my anger on Facebook. Then I called my mom and whined about the injustice. Then I woke up Curtis, who was still in bed when he had 25 minutes to be at the office, and complained to him too. Well, as it turns out, it was my very own husband who removed my sign when he came home from Bible study last night! So I ate humble pie for breakfast.
Finally, after some tea, toast, Scripture, and crying out to God in repentance and desperation, I felt like I could face this day, even if my heart is still sad. God knew what He was doing last night. He has a (glorious and effective) hope and future for Uncle Roger. What does He require of little ole me today and everyday? To act justly, love mercy, and walk humbly with my God. (Micah 6:8)