Anticipation

Getting ready for Palm Sunday . . .it always feels like the catch-in-your-throat before the deep sigh. So expectant, so much stuffed-down anxiety, so much waiting. Not the calm before the storm, but the low-rumblings when you can smell the rain already on the air. The green just-living palms cry-out against the death that is sure to come. Forshadowing life to come again. But not. Quite. Yet.We'll join our Church family dressed in red and try to wrap our minds around the horribly beautiful week ahead of us.