Being a young girl, probably around five years of age, I was delighted to finally be entrusted with the duty of placing groceries on the check out lane at the grocery store. It took, to my small mind, many hours of ‘training’ before I finally learned the important skill of stacking groceries--heavy, strong items on the bottom, squish-able items such as bread on the top. For one of the first times ever, my mom had allowed me to put all of the groceries on the lane, by myself.
At the end of putting the groceries on, I proudly declared, “And now for the king on his throne!” My mom, who had been distracted with paying for the groceries a moment ago, glanced nervously my way, only to discover a loaf of bread balanced precariously on a wobbly tower of groceries. My unsteady “throne” consisted of dozens of groceries piled high in one spot with a loaf of bread swaying on the top. She quickly dismantled the “king on his throne” and I learned from that day on that king’s don’t belong on thrones at grocery stores.
In the midst of tragedies--the Sandy Hook shooting, the Boston Marathon bombing--it’s easy to lose hope. It’s easy to get caught up with the worries of this world. Throughout all of it, we can’t forget that God is still on His throne. He hasn’t left. He’s seeing everything that’s happening, and He knew it would happen way before it ever did. Psalms 47:8 says, “God reigns over the nations; God is seated on His holy throne.” Thankfully, God’s throne isn’t wobbly like the one I created. His throne is never-ending.
Kayla Joy
