Did you guys notice Joe's facial expressions? Did you see that little sparkle in his eyes when he smiled? That's a good boy right there. Not a perfect boy. An emotionally healthy boy. He didn't say that he alone could fix everything.

I love when he talks about his home life as a boy. He's still got his relatives talking in his ear. If you ask Trump about his parents, he says "They were great people; great parents." But he can't share even one single meaningful anecdote from childhood. Why? Because he doesn't have any. He didn't have the emotionally intimate relationships with his parents that Biden had with his whole immediate and extended family. Biden effortlessly references quotes and stories from childhood as if he is quoting the great truths of life. He reveres them. He recalls them. He lives by them and passes that confidence and foundation on to others. They are his proverbs for how to live life. They are his guiding principles.
I also loved that he shared his favorite hymn. He shows you where his courage and determination comes from. I am certain that his faith was an important part of his childhood and one that he relied on throughout his own trials in life. He's not afraid to press forward. He's not afraid to fail. If he fails at one thing, he'll simply choose another course of action to try to get a thing done so long as he believes the thing is right to do. I can relate to that.
Trump is scared crapless of failing. He's yelling at the country right now on Twitter. He's on the floor kicking and screaming about an unfair election. He could be using that time to ramp up the Defense Production Act. But no. He's using the time plastering himself in front of the television, phone in hand, tweeting OUR LIVES away.
Biden isn't arrogant or conceited. He's humble yet confident in his belief in God and the overall goodness of this country. The only thing Trump believes is that he's the best, greatest, most special, stable genius. Notice that he's the only one who really says that about him. The rest of his surrogates simply parrot what he says to stay in his good graces.
I'll never forget the sight of Trump standing in front of that church, holding up the Bible. And not saying a word. Why? I think it's because he doesn't know what's inside of it. He doesn't personally know what any of it means. I think he held it up because he knows it means something to people. Another case of him mirroring if you ask me. I dunno...it doesn't impress me much when someone uses the Bible as a political prop.
Anyway...I'm tired of writing long posts.

Here are the lyrics to Biden's hymn. It reminds me a lot of Isaiah 40:31 that I discovered unexpectedly during a significant time in my life. Like it was just THERE.

I think this is yet another example of why Joe Biden is fearlessly determined. He knows the difference between right and wrong. He's going to try to do right.
On Eagle's Wings by Michael Joncas
You who dwell in the shelter of the Lord
Who abide in His shadow for life
Say to the Lord, "My refuge, my rock in whom I trust!"
And He will raise you up on eagles' wings
Bear you on the breath of dawn
Make you to shine like the sun
And hold you in the palm of His hand
The snare of the fowler will never capture you
And famine will bring you no fear
Under His wings your refuge, His faithfulness your shield
And He will raise you up on eagles' wings
Bear you on the breath of dawn
Make you to shine like the sun
And hold you in the palm of His hand
You need not fear the terror of the night
Nor the arrow that flies by day
Though thousands fall about you, near you it shall not come
And He will raise you up on eagles' wings
Bear you on the breath of dawn
Make you to shine like the sun
And hold you in the palm of His hand
For to His angels He's given a command
To guard you in all of your ways
Upon their hands they will bear you up
Lest you dash your foot against a stone
And He will raise you up on eagles' wings
Bear you on the breath of dawn
Make you to shine like the sun
And hold you in the palm of His hand
And hold you, hold you in the palm of His hand