Sitting in church Sunday morning.
The kids are whining. Crawling over me. Over my husband. I'm trying to focus.
The sun is coming through the window and is hot on me.
Sarah is talking to herself, loudly. Violet is gloomy. John is squirming in the pew in front of me.
I take a deep breath. Close my eyes. Open them, ready to glare and snap.
I see John's blonde head bowed. He's reading the hymnal and singing along.
The hymn is 'Rejoice, The Lord is King'
I watch my husband rub John's head, see his large hand on John's small head. See my children in church. Squirming, but there. Listening to every tenth word. They are learning.
Rejoice. The Lord is King.