We skipped a month, but I'm catching up with month 87. Wow, you're 87 months old. That's really, really old. Unless you compare it to how many months I am, and then it's really, really young.
I'm sitting here watching election results as I type to you, preparing for a historic outcome and a year of change. This is the first election you've actually been able to comprehend, and I appreciate your huge vote of confidence for the Republicans. And I agree that red is a better color than blue and that elephants are better than donkeys. But watching the polls, those two things may not be enough for us this time around.
This is the first of so many switches in presidency and power that you will experience in your lifetime. You'll be pleased with some outcomes and downright nauseous over others. Life will be a constant shift in power here on earth. But thankfully, we don't rest our eyes on whoever calls 1600 Pennsylvania Ave home. We rest our eyes and our hope on the one who calls the heavens his home and who breathed life into each of us. He doesn't draw party lines and isn't dictated by polls.
He is God.
He is Large. And in Charge.
And he does not need the popular vote or the electoral vote to be King.
So, my dear ChellBell, always remember that God is in charge. In everything you do, that will be true. When you are cheering, God is in charge. When you are playing the piano, God is in charge. When you are in karate, God is in charge. When you practice for UIL, God is in charge. At Girl Scouts, God is in charge (and then Miss Lisa comes next). When you are scared, God is in charge. When you are happy, God is in charge.
That's a big lesson for someone 87 months old. Heck, that's a big lesson for someone 456 months old. But it's the best lesson we could ever learn.
You know I love you, my sweet, with all my heart, and I have no doubt that this 87th month is going to be fantastic and fun!