To my daughters on election day...

I don't know the results of this election yet, but I am at peace. I voted today, and I'll vote the next time and the time after that. I'm grateful to live in this country where I (and in a few years you), as a woman, can be heard, be educated, and be valued. This is a gift. Recognize your privilege. Advocate for this right for other women around the world. Take it seriously but not too seriously. It matters, but it doesn't matter most.

Remember all our people statements? People are more important than possessions. People are more important than plans. Well, sweet girls, people are most certainly more important than politics. So as you continue to grow into the amazing women I am beginning to see glimpses of more and more frequently, remember that the way you follow Jesus will always matter more than the way you vote. Did you feed the hungry today? Love the unloveable? Clothe the cold? Friend the friendless? Share the only hope that is unwavering? That's what matters most, and that has more power to change the world than any politician ever will.

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