On Election Eve, You Are Elected

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There are times we feel vulnerable. Not quite comfortable. Not quite safe.

There are also spaces that make us feel that way. Unguarded. Wide open. Susceptible.

Maybe you don’t like to sit with your back to the wall. Or sleep with your head to the door.

On this night before electing the next President of the United States, we may feel like our backs are to the door. We can’t see around the corner. We don’t know what’s about to enter the room.

I’m reading Love Warrior by Glennon Doyle Melton. These paragraphs (taken from three different pages) speak of feeling vulnerable in a space.

Here Glennon is in a marriage counseling session with her husband Craig at the therapist’s office.

“I’m being swallowed up by a big black leather couch in Craig’s therapist’s chilly office. My knees don’t reach the cushion’s edge, so my legs stick straight like I’m a doll someone has propped up. I decide that if I can’t make my feet reach the floor, it’s best to pretend that I don’t want them to, anyway. I pull my legs up toward my chest and wrap my arms around them. I am my own shield.” page 123

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“I shiver and pull my sweater tighter. For the first time I notice that both Craig and his therapist are wearing T-shirts and shorts. Why don’t men ever notice the cold? Why don’t they ever carry sweaters and curl up and make fists of their sleeves and wrap their arms around their legs? Why the hell are they so brazen and unfurled and warm and comfortable all the time?” page 126

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“I push myself up and out of the chair. I pull off my sweater and hold it in my hand. I will my body not to shiver. I stand up, and the men’s eyes lift toward me in unison. I look down at the therapist first and I say, “You should get an adjustable chair in this office so female-size people can put their f—— feet on the ground.” page 129

I’ve felt that way. I’ve sat on couches where my feet don’t touch the floor, in chairs where I can’t reach the ground. It’s never comfortable.

And as we approach tomorrow’s voting results, we might feel this way, like we’re surrendering ground, unstable, susceptible.

But it’s not so.

Whether the results come back like we want them to or not, we will still be standing on Wednesday morning. On solid ground. Both feet.

Because we have already been elected. We’ve been chosen. God picked us.

  • 1 Peter 2:9 (CEV)
    “But you are God’s chosen and special people. You are a group of royal priests and a holy nation. God has brought you out of darkness into his marvelous light. Now you must tell all the wonderful things that he has done.”

As children of God, our ultimate security doesn’t rest on man-made governments. It doesn’t rest on amendments to constitutions. It doesn’t rest on agreements or mandates or policies.

Our safety rests on Love. We live in his kingdom, He is our world, and even death can’t pry us out of his hands.

He’s chosen us to be here at this time, in this place, for this reason. And regardless of who wears the man-made title of “leader,” we are God’s elect to fulfill God’s purposes.

So on this election eve, we need not fear. We’ve already been elected.

  • To show love.
  • To be merciful.
  • To give grace.

That is a victory for everyone.

  • Romans 8:31
    What then shall we say to these things? If God is for us, who can be against us?
  • Romans 8:32
    He who did not spare his own Son but gave him up for us all, how will he not also with him graciously give us all things?
  • Romans 8:33
    Who shall bring any charge against God’s elect? It is God who justifies.

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Is there a scripture that reminds you that your feet on on the Rock? Please share in the comments.

33 thoughts on “On Election Eve, You Are Elected

  1. blankMichele Morin

    Sitting on a couch on which my feet don’t touch the floor is a great metaphor for the way I’ve been feeling during this whole political season. Part of me just wants it to be over. Part of me wants to go back and have a re-do. Thanks for this peace-inducing post.

  2. blankAndrew Budek-Schmeisser

    Great post, Lisa.

    have to confess that I am most comfortable with my back to the wall; I figure I can fight my way out of anything. I’m invulnerable.

    Tat sounds like moto nonsense, and to some extent it obviously is. But when your back’s against the wall, you have nothing to lose. There’s a Hebrew expression – ‘en brera’, which means ‘no alternative’.

    That’s my happy place.

    http://blessed-are-the-pure-of-heart.blogspot.com/2016/11/your-dying-spouse-229-what-kind-of.html

    1. blankLisaNotes Post author

      My husband prefers to sit at restaurants with his back to the wall too, facing the door. I never knew that. Not something I think about! I’m not surprised that you do. 😉

  3. blankTrudy

    Thank you so much, Lisa, for reminding us we are “God’s chosen and special people.” Elected to fulfill His purpose. And no matter how our country’s election turns out or what happens in the future, God’s got us. He will never let anything get in between us and His faithful love for us. Thank you for encouraging me today. Blessings and hugs to you!

  4. blankMartha Brady

    hi lisa, i’m joining you from Blessed, But Stressed. i’m at #8. i enjoyed your post today. i touched on the same topic but with a slightly different twist.

    i was interested to see that you also work on Scripture memory…chapters at a time:) i’m going to have to follow up on that. i love the larger passages i have memorized. i find them so helpful:) glad i found your blog.

    1. blankLisaNotes Post author

      Just read your post, Martha, and see that you’re feeling our drought too. In several ways.

      Our group is not currently memorizing anything, but we will get started back soon and would love for you to join us!

  5. blankKarlene

    Your words “Because we have already been elected. We’ve been chosen. God picked us.” are right on, Lisa. We go forth in victory, regardless the outcome. We serve the Sovereign One and He is still on the throne. Thanks for these encouraging words today. {Visiting from #RaRaLinkup}

  6. blankfloyd

    Amen to that and thanks for sharing your wisdom. We are indeed “the elect”!

    On a lighter note… The song by Alice Cooper is running through my “I wanna be electeeeeeeeeeeeed!”

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