For the last couple weeks my sister and I have been perusing social media and watching videos. There has been so much information out there concerning our nation and her past, her presidents, their choices, and our future.

Heady stuff.

And just we needed as a distraction.

For the world will remember December 6 for the election certification and your narrative concerning the Capitol building.

For my sister and me, it was the day we lost our mother.

She’d been ill, but was recovering. That week was the best she’d been in months. It was a shock we’re still reeling from. Now both parents are gone. It’s me, my husband, our children, my sister, and her son. It felt so surreal in the house and the days no one dared to sit in mom’s chair.

The chair she watched so many newscasts in. Whether I was still living at home or out of the area with my own family, mom and I were about the news. We had opinions on all the current events, the politics, and the anchors/reporters delivering it all.

As loved ones dropped off meals and condolences, the television was on in the background. No matter what you think about the last couple weeks, we knew one thing.

Mom could not have handled what’s happening.

The irony is in her death, my sister and I started watching together. Then we found a third party who shared the same thoughts I had been prayerfully seeing and reading since 2019. Things regarding the election and even today’s inauguration I have believed with all my heart that mom in her pain and frustration couldn’t grasp. Our last political conversation ended in disagreement. “Give it up, Julie.”

As we planned mom’s services, carried them out, and finished the week out together in what is now my sister’s house, we hung on all the Gab/Rumble/Clouthub notifications. As we said goodbye, wondering while I drive would an alarm go off signaling the beginning of our theories or the end?

All of our chat and pending excitement thinly covering up the reality. Mom’s gone and we have to adjust to life without her.

As I type this, my sister and the group text we are on is blowing up. So much politically will happen today. It might go exactly how we think, or not. It’s hard not knowing.

Between the current events and personal grief, I have peace. Although I’ve read a lot of articles on both death and the news, I know one thing about where I am right now.

It’s not about what I place my trust in.

It’s Who.

Whether I see Biden, Harris, Trump, or the military take control, I’m going to be okay because all my hope is in Jesus. He is my rock, my anchor, my everything. Even in the worst circumstances, He has been faithful.

Same for you. Whatever’s going on, whatever you hope to happen today, my prayer is you aren’t clinging to your what’s but that you have a Who.

Jesus. King of Kings and Lord of Lords.

Hallelujah.