I can't wait until Palm Sunday.
There are a few giant palms that grew invasively in my front yard. They have razor sharp points that occasionally draw blood when they poke me.
In preparation for palm sunday, I cut all the branches off and take them to decorate the church.
They are currently both way overgrown and block the side walk with pokey branches that sometimes hit the kids in the face when they run up to the house.
They are perfect branches to enter in holy week. They look regal and yet, secretly are thorny branches.
Jesus enters Jerusalem to celebrate passover. He is received as a king but knows he isn't leaving. It's the last time he'll travel that road. His heart heavy as they pave the road ahead with cloaks and palm branches.
Every time I walk pass these terrible spikey plants I am reminded of this journey. I'm ready to cut them down and take them to church. I'm ready to follow footsteps of this upcoming holy week and into the blessed promise beyond.
The tomb will be empty and I won't get hit by the pokey branches anymore.
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