I was surprisingly moved today at the privilege of voting for either a woman or an African-American to be President of the United States.
I suppose that, despite leading a comfortable, middle-class life, I've always unconsciously felt the invisible glass ceiling of hard reality and unfair boundaries.
What today's Democratic ballot means is that I, and my daughters and granddaughter, can be regarded as professional equals to men. That the world no longer sees us as second best... as lesser imitations of white men.
My life's work will be unchanged, of course. But there are no limits for the young women in my family.
Knowledge of that new freedom to follow God's leading anywhere is indeed, a privilege and a deep blessing.