I've tried to be optimistic. I've tried to not worry too much about polls, knowing how easily they can be manipulated. I've tried to trust that Americans will not really want Nancy Pelosi and Harry Reid to have free and unchecked reign. I've tried to not get depressed over the daily media Obamagasm. I've maintained hope that in the end Americans wouldn't want to concede in Iraq, socialize healthcare and fork over more in taxes (and I'm not talking income and payroll.) I have tried.

But this morning I find all hope in a McCain victory is gone. Colin Powell's endorsement brought with it a scathing disapproval of McCain and all things Republican. He gave moderates who were holding out because of concerns over national security a comfort they might not have otherwise had. I'm not surprised that he would endorse Obama. It's no secret that he parted ways with the Bush administration. I am surprised that he would trust him with the military that he served. I'm starting to wonder if it's me or the rest of the world that's really crazy. Either way, I find the coffin is sealed.

Help me, Lord, to remember where my hope is found. My trust is in the immovable, unshakeable rock. How grateful I am for that.