The countdown has wound to a scant few days before the voting will begin over at Marcher Lord Select. This may be one of the longest weekends of my life, barring the two times I went 3 days overdue with babies who seemed content to remain within the safety of the womb.
But just as those sons of mine eventually made their way into the light of the outside world, so shall this coming weekend pass, and to what end, who can say? I have several loyal readers (dare I call them fans while I am still unpublished?)who promise their votes, and a few readers I have not yet met who have stated their intention to vote for my novel over on the message boards at The Anomaly, but the truth of the matter is that the many, many voters who have remained silent insofar will determine the outcome of this round of voting. My continual prayer has been that I will make it past round one, but then I keep amending that to say that whatever the Lord's will is in this, that I will have the wisdom, courage and maturity to face that outcome with grace and dignity. It's all a good exercise in realizing just how few of life's outcomes are really in our hands. For the person who has no God to trust with these inescapable uncertainties, I feel a deep sense of compassion. For myself, I am so glad that all that matters rests in the hands of my mighty Creator and Maker, a personal God who holds back nothing that is in our best interest.
So, let the weekend come. It will test me as the tempest tests the galleon that weathers it. I'll see you on the other side.