I hate to wait…on anything. It’s inherited; I have family members (not mentioning any names, dad) who are just like me. I hate waiting on people to meet me, cookies to bake, flowers to bloom, being called back for a Dr.’s visit, or for that tiny line to turn pink. I just really don’t like
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Father, Today, as Palm Sunday comes to a close, I think about what it must have been like for You to enter the city of Jerusalem, knowing that most of the people who sang Your praises and placed branches on the path before You, would be the same ones crying out “Crucify” just days later.