3.9 miles, uphill, at 42 degrees in the rain… this was our first day of backpacking in North Carolina this past weekend.  I can’t explain to you how uncomfortable the beginning of this trek really was.

However, the sun always comes out after the rain.

The next morning, a surreal haze of fog surrounded our campsite.  It was contentment at its finest as a campfire warmed our bodies and dried our clothes; water was boiled and hot breakfast served.  A new day had arrived.

We left for our next destination only to discover the magnitude of the beauty that surrounded us.  The sun burned off the clouds and the leaves of fall induced color exploded to embrace us.  Through the canopies of overgrowth to the distance hills rolling one after another, there was God’s glory in majestic form.

In the same like manner, our country has found itself in a fog.  The length of this process, the brutal schedules of our candidates and the never ceasing barrage of media attention has left us all in a haze of chaos.

In only a short few days, we will all finally discover who our next American leader will be.  Some people will cheer, others will be be disappointed, but in all, at least a conclusion will be made.

However, despite the winner, regardless of the political agenda, one thing is for sure:  The Son will come out after the rain.

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