As this blog has suffered neglect, time has marched on. My love and I celebrated 12 years of marriage. We have purchased a house. Our baby (baby!) started kindergarten. All three boys have become soccer players. I have become a soccer taxi driver.
And Christ is King.
We have been through a difficult time at church. And finally came to a resolution! The trials of my dear husband working in a cutthroat, secular environment have worn us down.
But Christ is King.
We have celebrated birthdays. Our oldest became a Christ follower and was baptized by his Poppa (my father.) We have prayed over, been prayed over, studied, taught, rested in and claimed the Word of God.
Oh, how Christ is King.
Our nation has gone through a presidential election. And storms. And shootings. And Olympics. And war.
Christ, be King.
We have made new friends. And served countless bowls of salsa. We've played games together and prayed together. And watched our children form friendships while wearing superhero costumes and running around like their capes were on fire.
Our Christ is King.
And I have thought and contemplated and examined and considered. I have doubted and feared and grappled and resisted. I have rejoiced and comforted and triumphed and encouraged.
And through it all, Christ has been King. King of my days. King of my years.
King Jesus. My King.