Last night, I lay in my bed with the television turned off. I had watched the numbers make their slow and determined prediction. I tweeted and retweeted. I shook my head in dismay. I watched one man concede while another celebrated. I felt the weight of reality set in as I realized my convictions may have been totally wrong. I repented and asked God to speak to my troubled heart. And He gently lifted my head toward heaven and politely adjusted my perspective.