This is what voting season looked like at our house, led by house speaker, Mr. Vote.

Pray it up: “God, you know what’s best. Put our man in office.”

Hash it over: Between the tee and the green, during small group desert, upon arriving home from an overdone work day. Sheesh.

Listen about it: Get completely entrenched in dogmatic opinion and feel absolutely sure about it.

Forget about it: Enough is enough. Until tomorrow.

Voting day: Go about usual tasks. Toss all the mailers. Leave the TV off. All day. Throw the stress in the garbage. Try to keep President Jesus in the White House or I mean on the throne.

Returns: Maybe peak. Go to bed. Pray again that God does the right thing. Kiss.

Day after: Slump, bum-out or call everybody in your contacts and whoop! Ignore God or praise Him.

This voting season looked different, led by current house speaker, way-out-of-her-element, Mrs. Vote.

Google terms, jot down names (Who was that again? Where’s my sticky note?), stick foot in mouth, eat delicious humble pie. And… watch the returns, really watch for the first time, and learn a few things.

This Mrs. Vote has got to get smarter. Is getting smarter. Feels smarter.