Donald Trump Dream

Today marks the day Donald Trump officially enters office as president of the USA. A few months back I had a dream (before he won the election) that he won the election. Shortly after he won, I randomly bumped into him in a building. I don't know what building it was. I just know I saw him there. I congratulated him on his win and that was it. But what wasn't said, was clear. The man was lonely. Even though he was in the most powerful position in the country, he was sad.

Listen I don't agree with everything the man has said or stands for. I don't know if he will lead the country well or not. A lot of people say he will start WW3. He might but I doubt it. What I do know is this, God loves Donald Trump. He loved Donald enough to send Jesus for him. Donald Trump is NOT too far gone to be saved by God. Anybody can turn to God and be saved. Anybody. Your average person could do it, a murderer could do it, a crack addict could do it, and the president of the United States could do it. I'm sad to see so many Christians bashing Trump. He is a man that God loves. We are called to love him too. Disagreeing with the man is fine. But saying rude comments or making assumptions about him is another. Where is the love? Where is the prayer? He doesn't need our support in terms of agreeing with him. What he needs and doesn't know it is Jesus. The likelihood of me actually meeting Donald Trump is super slim. I doubt the dream was to show me I'll actually meet the man. I think it was to show me that he is human too. Perhaps in his loneliness (if he is actually lonely) and greed and rude comments is a man who is scared because he doesn't know the meaning of life. He doesn't know love. So he hides under this persona.

We all need to love the man by praying for him, Congratulations Donald Trump. I hope you lead the US well. I will be praying for you.

With love,

Julie

The good, the bad and the ugly

God is so good. Let me explain His goodness. Today I had a really angry day toward my children. We were all over tired and I was having a difficult time getting anything done. Every time I tried to be productive, the kids were fighting, they needed something or my attention. My patience was very thin. We fought over going outside. Jace didn't even want to walk with me on the sidewalk (which has never happened before) because he was angry we went on a walk and that I wouldn't use a stroller. It was a rough rough day.

Here comes the gracious part. My friend came over tonight and told me a story about a girl she encountered who was hurting herself. This girl was saying that '"they wanted her to punch herself'." and so she did. She continually punched herself until my friend and her friends could pray over her and declare God's love over her. Anyway, as my friend shared this story, I was thinking about how ugly Satan is. To get people to harm themselves is so sad. I just thought of the word ugly. This poor girl, who is a new Christian, is being tormented by Satan and wanting her to harm herself. Then I thought about my day today. How ugly my behaviour was! No I didn't physically harm myself or my kids, but my words I am sure hurt. Of course I did apologize to my kids (numerous times for numerous outbursts) and thankfully my kids forgive me and don't hold it against me, but it still has to hurt. So ugly. So ugly of me to let Satan use me to harm my children. My young, impressionable children. Of course they're not innocent, they're not perfect, but yet they're still so innocent. So little. So mouldable. 

I thought briefly about when I'm an ugly parent and when I'm a loving parent. Do I want to parent like Satan would parent or like God would parent. Of course like God So loving. So gracious. So forgiving. So gentle. So patient. So involved. What a good Daddy he is. THAT is who I want to be like. Thankfully that IS who I am. Now that I'm a Christian and a new creation, the old has gone and the new has come. I don't have to yell at my kids or get angry. God is so good.