Randy Suits

Because You Made Me King

Kochana,
When you became mine, you made me a king. From a rational point of view, since I married the queen of my heart, it follows that I am king by definition. When you become king, the actuality of that role realigns the dictionary definition of the word with the real life meaning of the responsibilities, duties, expectations and challenges inherent in the title ‘King’. One is king only if someone else makes him king. Likewise one is queen only if someone makes her queen. Thus the sovereign is subject to the subjects of the kingdom. I do many mundane tasks and unpleasant chores. I shoulder much responsibility and financial burdens that I never endured when single. Being king requires much more effort than being a boyfriend. When I became king, my workload increased many times. The amazing truth is that, even though being your king made me your servant with many duties that would have staggered and discouraged me before we met, I am happier than I have ever been in my life. When I consider how much you, being my queen, sacrifice and strive on our behalf, I can plainly see that my investment in you and us is more than matched by your investment in me and us. This is just as planned by the Most High God. It is just like His great love for us. As king of the universe, He is servant of all from the angels in heaven to man, to the single cell amoeba. Our God has God sized responsibility. He patterned the love between a man and a woman after the love between God and his creation. His planned order, before the inception of sin, is a free flow of love from god to creation and back to god again to be repeated in perpetuity. I know that His ultimate plan works because I have experienced, in our union, the simplicity and intricacy of a living fabric of love that is interwoven with the love of God in His perfect plan for a man and a woman. And so we praise God our King, because He blessed our union when we pledged our love because you made me King by choosing to become my Queen.

In service to God and you, my Queen, Kochany