When the Day Comes (Timeless #1)

by Gabrielle Meyer

All the way to the capitol building, I found myself praying—not for the outcome, but as a way to release my burden to God. I prayed for the convention, though I knew how it would end, and for my life in 1914, because I did not know how it would end. I had tried everything I could to get out of the marriage to Lord Cumberland, and since I had failed thus far, perhaps it was God’s will that it proceed. I didn’t know why God would choose for me to marry the marquess, but there had to be a reason—wasn’t there? Or was all of my life just a meaningless collection of days and years? The words of Jeremiah the prophet came to me, and I said them under my breath as I crossed the street to walk down the opposite direction, back toward the Raleigh. “‘For I know the thoughts that I think toward you, saith the Lord, thoughts of peace, and not of evil, to give you an expected end.’” My life was not meaningless. God had an expected end in mind. He had marked out all my days in both paths. Yes, I had choices to make, but I had submitted to His will years ago, choosing to trust Him with all my heart. All I could do was beseech Him to lead me on the right path and trust that He would.