our palms

For FHE last night we talked about Palm Sunday. I told Aidan (D was sleeping away his own strep & bronchitis) that Jesus entered Jerusalem to Hosanna shouts and waving palms. A paradoxical beginning to the last week of His life (okay, so maybe those weren't the precise words I used for my 4-year-old...). We then made our own simple palms and talked about how we can welcome Christ into our home & lives. Do we? My own answer is that I all-too-often become distracted with more meaningless details of daily living. On this Easter week I especially want to make an effort to invite the Savior into our home...into my heart. Each of us wrote on one of the palms something we plan to do this week to welcome Christ.
Aidan said he could be more kind. So we spelled out "kind" for him to write. He went on to proudly add the only word (excepting his name) that he can spell on his own. No. I'm hoping it's not linked as a negation of the "kind". We hung the palms by our front door to Remember. I want to make this a yearly Palm Sunday tradition...I planned it for my children, but felt its impact most profoundly for myself.
Reader Comments (12)
A beautiful thing to do. Gracie and the other children at church Sunday sang and waved palm branches. What a special time of year!
Hope you are all feeling much better soon!
Love,
Amy