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Who Ran the US Elections? #ElectionResults2018

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Our designated Sheriff Election Officer posted all the signs required at our precinct.

Well…I did. See, awhile back the County Clerk’s Office put out the word that they were looking for people to work the election. What were the requirements for this job? Be a registered voter, show up for training, work the polls from 5:15 am till closing duties were done.

So I signed up not knowing what a moving experience it would be.

A couple weeks later I got a postcard in the mail telling me I was chosen to work as an Election Officer. My office was designated as “Judge” which sounded very important. The weight of my responsibility hit home later. My friend Laura was chosen as a “Sheriff,” a job which, sadly, does not come with a badge when it is for an Election Officer.

The day of training I raised my right hand in a room with a few hundred others to take the Oath of Election Officer. It was formal. It was solemn. And it was beautiful.

At training I learned a lot of interesting tidbits. Each voting place had one Clerk that checked everyone’s ID against the registry book, took their signatures and kept official tallies of who voted. Each place also had two judges, one a Republican and one a Democrat, who passed out ballots, gave directions on how to scan your ballot, passed out “I Voted” stickers, and answered the questions we were allowed to answer—which wasn’t very many, by the way. We also had a Sheriff who opened the doors on time and closed them right on time, who made sure no Electioneering was done on or near the premises and ensured orderly lines and movement. We all had other duties as well, but these were the highlights.

Near the end of the day our Election Officer Sheriff reminded me not to get ahead of myself tearing the ballots off the pad they were attached to because sometimes even when a person was in line with the Clerk with their ID out that person wasn’t eligible to vote at our location. Good reminder when every ballot torn from the pad or left attached had to be accounted for.

At about 7 pm when the other Judge and I drove with the Green Bag and the Black Bag to the county courthouse where the County Clerk’s Election Officer took our signed, team tallies from the sealed envelopes and passed them on to be added to others, the heart of the election process of government-by-the-people really struck home.

When we took our oath, the words we said were not the message our raised right hands actually carried. We were really saying we believe in our system of government. We support fairness. We uphold each person’s right to vote anonymously in whatever way they see fit. We will work together without regard for party even if our party designation was why we were given our position. We are the people, and we will vote. We will work. We will uphold the Constitution for every American.

Who ran the US election?

I did.

Alongside millions of others like me and different from me across our great nation.

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–Kristin King

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Posted by on November 7, 2018 in In The News, Living In America

 

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True #Riches

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As I begin to work in an area of calling by putting together a class for handling finances according to Biblical principles, this is on my mind.

Lord help us to focus on the true riches you give to us, to see what we have more than we notice what we don’t have, and to find your best gifts.

 
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Posted by on September 28, 2018 in Living in Holland

 

How to Satisfy Our Hunger for Meaningful Work | The Stream

Found this article I wanted to share. This is not an endorsement of this media outlet or other views espoused there. They do have some interesting content. –Kristin

In 2014, the Barna Group reported that 75 percent of Americans are looking for ways to live a more meaningful life. But the search for meaning isn’t new.

Source: How to Satisfy Our Hunger for Meaningful Work | The Stream

 
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Posted by on August 31, 2018 in Living in Holland

 

Seasons of Life

Screen Shot 2018-08-23 at 9.26.26 AMYou find me in a different season for writing where few words come and fewer make them to the page. However, I would share with you faith bites from this season. Some from books, others from sermons or from walking day to day.

From Streams in the Desert, February 19:

It is the branch that bears the fruit,

That feels the knife,

To prune it for a larger growth,

A fuller life.

I am the true vine, and My Father is the vinedresser. Every branch in Me that does not bear fruit, He takes away; and every branch that bears fruit, He prunes it so that it may bear more fruit. —Jesus (John 15:1-2)

 

 
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Posted by on August 23, 2018 in Inspiration

 

The Lord IS My Shepherd #Inspiration

My grandmother’s favorite scripture was the 23rd Psalm, probably the most popular poem in the history of the Bible. I didn’t understand her choice when I was young. I was so wrapped up in my life, I couldn’t see Grandy’s struggles. We lost her when I was in high school, and it’s only now as a parent that I can look back and see beyond the chicken and dumplings, fried pies, the crochet hook as she taught me to weave one thread, to a few of her trials–and her refuges.

Today I plant flag lilies given to me by my aunt who had them from my Granny. I loosen the clay soil, turn in pine shavings, peat moss, and compost, my recipe to help the plants survive and thrive in a land hard packed, weed strewn, inhospitable.

Today I read “The Lord is my shepherd”

Not was, not may be, nor will be. “The Lord is my shepherd,” is on Sunday, is on Monday, and is through every day of the week; is in January, is in December, and every month of the year; is at home, and is in China; is in peace, and, is in war; in abundance, and in penury. –J. Hudson Taylor

Today I feel my grandmother as near as our God who connects us both in faith, in Spirit, in the garden, in eternity.

–Kristin

 

 
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Posted by on July 10, 2018 in Inspiration, Moments

 

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Mingling Tears and Joy #VBS #DRC #RDC

Shouting for Joy

My youngest son, our wide-eyed Congolese-American son, worries when I cry at church or another event. He doesn’t quite get the crying for joy, crying for relief, crying with praise. This came to mind because I was reading:

And all the people shouted with a great shout when they praised the Lord because the foundation of the house of the LORD was laid” [after years of exile in Babylon] “Yet many of the priests and Levites and heads of fathers’ households, the old men who had seen the first temple, wept with a loud voice when the foundation of this house was laid before their eyes, while many shouted aloud for joy, so that people could not distinguish the sound of the shout of joy from the sounds of the weeping of the people, for the people shouted with a loud shout, and the sound was heard far away. (Ezra 3:11b-13)

On any given Sunday the loud (at our church) praise songs are going up while also there are those that weep.

How can I describe my joy, my thanksgiving when we brought our sons home from Africa. They were orphans no more. They are my children, those God brought to us as surely as any birthed child.

Yet there are many others living without in Congo. Without parents, or without daily food, or without education to rise above their circumstances. My son does not remember his times of weeping in a metal shack or on the mud street in front of it. My husband and I knew our work in Congo was not done. God gave me a great friend with a vision to help and serve her people, to lay a new foundation on the edge of a city with almost a million people. A city where there are no summer programs for children except what we offer through our education project. A city where at the end of this summer 160+ children will have the opportunity to sing and shout for joy during 2 weeks of Vacation Bible School.

I join my dear friend and our Congo team weeping both for what is not and for what is, for the children without and for those with. We shout for joy in praise. We pray for God’s provision as $2150 in donations has come for our Congo VBS, as another $2000 has been pledged toward our $7000 budget that includes renting a site, transporting our volunteers, a small breakfast and lunch for our 160 kids, and more. Perhaps you know someone who could help, someone known to weep for problems in our world, someone who wants to make a difference in the foundation and project we are building at Future Hope Africa knowing that

Those who sow in tears shall reap with joyful shouting (Psalm 126:5)

Please share our crowdfundraising info with people you know who care.

–Kristin

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Make a way… #Ireland #Travel

Why put another pole in the edge of someone’s property when you can take a tip from our Irish cousins for making things fit.

 
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Posted by on June 19, 2018 in Travel

 

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