Sometimes I'm afraid to write. I'm afraid to be so transparent with the rest of the world. The internet is a big place. When I share something, I open up myself to a great big world out there. But if I don't share, then how will anyone know? How will anyone know about my Jesus? How will anyone know that it is HIM who strengthens me each and every day?
Sunday was Palm Sunday. The skies were blue, the weather was warm, and the message at church was just what I needed. It was a great reminder of Jesus, His rightful place as King, and the need, in all our hearts, to submit to His plans.
Sometimes I begin to think I know His plans. I track out in my mind exactly what the next five, ten, even fifteen years will look like. But God has been asking me lately if I trust him.
Do I truly trust Him with my husband’s job? I didn’t set out to be a military wife. I honestly didn’t think I’d live a thousand miles away from my family. But I do. I didn’t think deployments would be a part of my life, but they are. Do I trust Him that this life is our calling? That we are here for a reason. That He will use this deployment to teach and strengthen us? That His good and perfect will is better than anything I could ever dream?
Yes, I trust you.
No, I don’t always understand. But, honestly, you never cease to amazing me. Your blessings are so plentiful, your good and perfect will, so complete.
So, yes, I trust you.
Yes, I give my dreams over to you today and every day.
Plant your desires within my heart (Psalm 37:4).
Today, and everyday, I submit to you. I lay my palm branches at your feet, because you are my King.
"They took palm branches and went out to meet him, shouting, 'Hosanna!' 'Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord!' 'Blessed is the king of Israel!'" (John 12:13, NIV).
The laying of the Palm branches was a sign of great respect. By laying them at Jesus' feet, the people were worshiping Him as the King of Kings. What palm branches could you lay at Jesus' feet today? What does this Easter week mean to you?