“Trust your love instead of your fear.” I first said those words in a conversation with a woman who had received a prenatal diagnosis of Down syndrome, but they have returned to my mind again and again. I have held on to hope and love for my own child with Down syndrome: when she’s diagnosed with scoliosis, trust your love instead of your fear…when she’s not invited to a party, trust your love instead of your fear…when she comes home and tells me she’s “dating” a boy in her class, trust your love instead of your fear

I’ve also taken those words as an invitation to look for love all around us—the love exhibited by friends and family members, teachers and doctors, by Penny herself, by the “consequential strangers” in our life, the crossing guard, the man who works at the post office, and the cashier at the grocery store who knows her by name.

Today, those words are like a mantra as I think about our nation. As I think about the many Trump supporters who felt fearful about the thought of America under a Clinton Presidency and the many Clinton supporters who feel fearful about the thought of America under a Trump Presidency. As I think about the fear that could cripple the rest of us—the independents and libertarians and everyone else who felt dissatisfied with the primary system that left us with these two candidates, and with this President-elect.

What if we trusted our love instead of our fear? What if we articulated the things about this nation that are worth loving—the ideals of justice, and freedom, and the pursuit of happiness? What if we believed that love could bridge the gaps between ethnic and racial and religious groups? What if we chose to love one person who represents “the other” to us, walked in his or her shoes, listened to his fears, received her anger and hurt?

There are many good reasons to be afraid, and many good reasons to shut our doors and our hearts, and to only talk to people who read the same books and listen to the same news and work in the same places as we do.

But what if, instead, we decided to trust our capacity to love? And what if everyone who voted for Clinton decided to love a Trump supporter and vice versa? What if love triumphed instead of fear?

What if we chose to love one person who represents “the other” to us, walked in his or her shoes, listened to his fears, received her anger and hurt?

I can only speak to my own little life, with a baby girl who was diagnosed at birth with a genetic condition destined to bring challenges. People told me to fear the doctors and the school system and the caregivers and the Sunday School teachers and the culture that would mock her and dismiss her and treat her as an outcast. But when she was five months old and needed ear tubes, the doctor gently took my baby girl in the crook of her arm and carried her back to the operating room so I wouldn’t need to watch her be rolled away on a stretcher. When she was two and having unexplained fevers, the church prayed for her and for us with gentle persistence until she was well. When she was five, she found her first best friend, and they walked to school hand-in-hand. When she was six, her school changed their structure and added a special education teacher so that she could fully belong in the classroom with her typical peers. At each step along the way, I have been called to trust my love for her, and to trust the love of our community, instead of my fear.

As I began to consider these thoughts, I wondered if they came only out of a place of power and privilege and protection—the luxury of a white, overeducated, economically-secure woman. But then I thought about the people who have modeled love instead of fear—Jesus, Martin Luther King, President Obama, the men and women in Charleston who offered words of forgiveness to Dylann Roof, my friend Patricia Raybon who dared to hope even after her candidate lost the election, the Orthodox Jew in Florida who befriended a white nationalist, and the heroes like Malala Yousafzai who refused to live in fear of the Taliban. It is not only my daughter who has taught me to trust in love, but also these men and women throughout history and across the globe who have modeled a different way than the way of fear and hatred, who have modeled a way of forgiveness and hope and healing.

Fear causes us to duck our heads and hide, to set our boundaries, to categorize human beings by their race, class, ethnicity, religion, or interest group. But love grows us up, and it binds us together.

Love costs us. We make ourselves vulnerable to hurt when we love. We give time and money and resources. We risk broken hearts. But love also grows us up. It cannot be contained. It cannot be defeated. Even when the people embodying love are killed, their love spurs others on. Love is the power that fuels the universe, and we are invited to participate in that power, to be animated and anchored and transformed by that power.

I am grieved by the results of this election. But I am hopeful for our future. And I am choosing to trust my love instead of my fear.

Amy Julia Becker is the author of Small Talk: Learning From My Children About What Matters Most and A Good and Perfect Gift: Faith, Expectations, and a Little Girl Named Penny. This post first appeared on her website, amyjuliabecker.com, and it is reprinted here with permission.