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He's My King!







The UPS driver delivered the concentrated weed killer we ordered.  Now we can annihilate those nasty enemies that grow near the crucifixion thorns on the bushes that threaten us if we get too close with the mower.  The yard is shaping up, spring days are warmer and Holy Week approaches.

We’re complying with the president’s request to stay home.  Our local daughter insisted she pick up our groceries.  The other daughter checks in with us every other day and cheers us with fun stories about the kids.

While walking the dog around the neighborhood, little six-year old Amy waved enthusiastically to each passing car on the street. Families smiled back at her and returned the wave.  Her sister asked: “Mom, Amy is greeting everyone; why?”

My daughter replied:  “Amy is spilling over with the love of Jesus today.  Do you love Jesus, Amy?”

Amy replied:  “I love Jesus; He’s my King!” 

My thoughts this Palm Sunday turn to the community in Jerusalem the famous day when Jesus entered the city riding on a donkey.  They waved palm branches and paved the way for Him with their coats. 


Luke 19:37 tells of his followers praising God with a loud voice because they remembered the miracles they had seen.


Blessed is the King who comes
In the name of the Lord.
Peace in heaven and
Glory in the highest heaven!


The joyous bunch called Him a King that day.  I’m going to remember that this Holy Week.  King Jesus held a Passover Seder and prayed in Gethsemane that night.  He was a King but He was human and vulnerable and showed us how to surrender in the garden.  He was a King but he endeared the pain of crucifixion and death on a cross for the sins of man.  He rose from the dead.  He is the King of Glory.

My favorite lyric in Bethel Music’s song, How Great a King, conveys this: From the garden through the grave, You are the victory!”

We snipped a few branches from the Crucifixion thorn bush to remind us of the crown King Jesus wore for us.  Holy week is still holy week despite the shutdown of our nation.  Though confined to our homes, we Christians join together to honor our King and celebrate His and our victory.

He is my King, too, little Amy, and His love can’t be contained!

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  1. Mevely317April 6, 2020 at 7:18 AM

    WOW. Methinks our world needs more Vitamin-Amy!
    Thank you, dear Mary, for this reminder: He is my King, too!

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  2. Creations By CindyApril 6, 2020 at 8:00 AM

    Yes, He is my King.....Praise the Lord that He is the King of the Kings and the Lord of Lords and is so trustworthy. Happy Easter dear lady. Hugs and blessings, Cindy

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  3. CherylApril 6, 2020 at 12:37 PM

    Oh, what a sweet story from little Amy! He is my King, too, little one! What a precious, precious child, so full of Christlike innocence and grace! Happy Holy Week to you, dear friend. You are such a blessing.

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  4. CherylApril 6, 2020 at 12:38 PM

    The story about Amy made me think of this - I wanted to share it with you. Maybe she would like to hear it, too. :) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VwQqQkdn_5Q

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  5. RCUBEsApril 6, 2020 at 6:13 PM

    Precious child's faith! Especially in the eyes of the Lord. What difference faith-filled Amy did! To wave a little love from Jesus to those needing it that day! Especially with people awakening to confusion, fear and the order to distance from others. Thanks to the reminder of Who truly knows it all. That fear and confusion is not from Him and that His love casts out fear. Glory be to our King! It's good to be reminded sister Mary that as His church, nothing can stop us from worshiping even with "the stay at home order". I trust the Lord will turn this virus into something good. Be safe and love and prayers to you.

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  6. DUTAApril 7, 2020 at 12:27 AM

    "Out of the mouths of babes". Sweet Amy.

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  7. BrendaApril 9, 2020 at 1:48 AM

    Jesus is the king of kings, the express image of God, and the giver of eternal life. In Him we have peace in this troubled world. Nice post, and a lovely story about little Amy. God bless you for sharing.

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  8. RCUBEsApril 9, 2020 at 2:57 PM

    I apologize for not checking my site for footprints left there. Happy Resurrection Sunday sister and please be safe. My blogging may be slower than a snail but my prayers would never be. Thank you sister Mary for your kind visit. God bless and strengthen you and your family! Love, hugs, and prayers.

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  9. KeithApril 12, 2020 at 6:11 AM

    Happy Resurrection Day!!! Yes, The Messiah, The King, Lives! Praise God!

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  10. Wise HeartedApril 15, 2020 at 5:09 PM

    I love telling people I am the daughter of a King. Mary,it sound you are doing well with this shutdown, staying busy. Love this post and how you wore it into the Easter message.

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