President Lincoln looked out his White House window in those early days and wondered to himself if there was a “North.” He was waiting for, expecting, and hoping for troops that were “on the way” to protect Washington. At stake was the loss of the city to forces of the rebellion. That was the least possible negative outcomes. Perhaps the nation known as the United States of America might cease to exist. Those were dark days for the newly elected president.
The expected troops came. There was relief, but it was short-lived. The war also came. Lincoln’s dark trials were just beginning. It would be years of General after General, battle after battle, defeat after defeat. Lincoln was discouraged and frustrated. As the death count continued and rose, he increasingly felt anguished. Lincoln was a lonely man. He was scorned from all quarters. He questioned God. He struggled with the basic questions all take for granted until there is a crisis.
Those were dark days. He honestly didn’t know how it would all turn out. He held on to his basic sense and belief of what was right, but didn’t have complete confidence that they would see him through. He persevered. Somehow he was determined to do so. He displayed a “hope against hope” kind of thing. He didn’t quit. Somehow- someway -fate and life had given him what was needed at that crucial hour. He may not have understood it himself. With quiet stedfastness he lived each day and did the best he could.
In the end, as we all know, he gained the victory. But don’t think for a moment that he hadn’t suffered terribly. Sometimes when he looked out that window, he must have wondered if he might have been better off dead. He had thought of suicide in his younger years. He didn’t choose that path. But the world was a cold and lonely place for him during those dark war days…Mail this post