Palm Sunday

I went to my old church this morning for Palm Sunday. Some days I just need a little tradition and this was one of them. The Priest talked about the alabaster jar of perfume the sinful woman brought to Jesus and reminded us that she gave everything she had to buy it. It would have cost a year's salary. She cried her tears on Jesus' feet and wiped them with her hair. As I sat there listening to the gospel being read, I held back the tears. I listened to every single Word as it was being read. I really listened. I am that sinful woman. I was just that sinful woman this morning. I was having a pity party. I was feeling jealous of my ex-husband and his ability to win my kids over by being the "Disney Land Dad". He gave my son tickets to the final game of the Final Four College Basketball Tournament that MSU will be playing tomorrow. (Don't get me wrong, I'm happy for him. I really am!) On top of that, he's on his way to go down to see The Master's Golf Tournament. For a little while I was jealous. Believe it or not I was about to cry until Jesus reminded me...

I wouldn't want to be anywhere else in the world.

I am so grateful for my life in Him and for understanding His Word in a way I would have never understood if He hadn't found me and wrapped His arms around me all those years ago (and this morning). I'm praying I can be fully present this Holy week. He went through the pain and torture for me and for you. He would do it again if it were for just one person. He'd do it again for you. I'm so thankful He found me. I want to give Him everything I have.

In His Love,
Angie xoxo