Prop 8

I've had many moments in my life where I was afraid or nervous, or usually both. Saturday was one of them. Me and Doug were asked to go walk the neighborhood and take a poll as to how people were apt to vote on Proposition 8 come November. I know that in no way is this being put out there as a religious thing, but it has religious roots for me. Anytime I've talked religion I've never been sure what the response will be. I suppose I'm just a big chicken when it comes to sharing the gospel. If I'm asked, then I have no problem, but if someone confronts me wanting a debate I've usually given them one. That was when I was younger and more passionate about being right. Now, I just want the message to go across and the person can take it or leave it. How does this apply to yesterday's walk?

Well, I was super anxious because this is such a touchy subject for soooo many people, and I wasn't sure if people would share their opinions about it. But they did. At least the ones that answered their doors. We even started closer to 10am so that they would be dressed! But that's a side note. It was very interesting the response we got. I think we talked to maybe 5 people and some spouses, and the response was mostly in favor of Prop 8. One married couple who is expecting their first baby in a couple of months said that he was for it, but his wife was not. That may make for interesting conversation! In fact, there were a lot of married couples that had different political party affiliations. But I digress.

I was so nervous so we said a prayer and I told Doug he could do most of the talking and I'd just follow up. That seemed to work really well. He told me that this was just a small taste of what the missionaries go through. I didn't serve a mission but I have more empathy for those who do, who brave the heat and take it on the cuff when people gun for them. We only had one lady yell at us, so it went way better than I had anticipated. I always anticipate the worst! I don't know why I do that. I was reminded of my husband's fortitude yesterday. Even though he was nervous too, he took the initiative and talked to people. I felt like this was a little window into what he was like on his mission. There was one house we went to that had two guys in the front driveway, working on a car. My first thought was that they could possibly be gay and I wanted to hightail it down the driveway and not talk to them. But my husband walked right up to them and introduced himself and had a nice conversation. He eventually said no that he wouldn't vote for Prop 8 but he thanked us for our time. It was slightly awkward when we left, but Doug just walked back down the driveway, asked me what the next address was, and we went on. This just reminds me of what I saw in him when we first met. I love to be reminded of those traits that made me fall in love with him. Here's to you babe!

So thank you to those of you involved for giving us the call to go and do it. If felt so good to help! Sometimes, okay, a lot of the time, the Lord asks us to go out of our comfort zones and I've found that when I do, I learn something about myself. This time was no exception. So if anyone reads this that has an opportunity to help in the fight for this Prop to pass, please take it. You won't regret it!!