When or whether I agree with them or disagree with them, bless them. This country will always need them.
Bless those who get off their fannies on a cold winter’s day, bundle up and venture into the streets to take their chances.
Bless those who clear their schedules and make nothing more important than showing up.
Bless those who despite all the discouraging news do not give up.
Bless those who have every right to believe it won’t matter, but still believe it will, and put their physical presence behind it.
Bless those who “pays their money and takes their chances” on the streets of protest in America.
Bless those who are willing to do what so many aren’t willing to do or are not able to do.
Bless those who stand up, sit down, lay down, speak up, whatever it takes.
There was a time I was in the streets, no matter how cold or how unwelcoming. But now I am a whole lot older with an elderly mother that takes up much of my time, not to mention the job that puts a roof over my head, and a young adult son who needs me more now than when he was a child.
There was a time when I could not imagine a time when I couldn’t march, couldn’t get out there on a cold day, couldn’t arrange my schedule to make it happen. But, I have met that time.
So I do the best I can with donations, on line activism, and yes, still, I do show up on the streets now and then. But it’s much harder than it used to be for me, and so I am EVER SO THANKFUL, for those who have picked up the mantle I can no longer lift the way I used to.
So thankful to see this country in the streets again at last.
So thankful to see something matters to so many.
So thankful to see this country rise up and shout, in a way we haven’t seen in a long, long time.
So thankful for the protestors. They carry my heart with them, in a way this older lady cannot fully express, but I just had to try.