Whenever I get to a point of utter exasperation and am spitting blood, I stop myself and think about the President. If we, individually, sometimes find it impossible to contain our fury, what must it look and feel like from his vantage point?
This is not some “What Would POTUS Do?” bollocks; but it is salutary on occasion to think oneself into someone that wears huge shoes. At the very least, it brings some perspective and reinforces the truth: this is a long game and it’s not for the faint of heart.
I always end these periodic thought experiments with renewed and deepened admiration for Donald Trump. We are beyond blessed to have him. And that’s can only be God’s doing.
May the Lord bless us, protect us, and have mercy on us all.