This morning, moments before church started, we were asked to walk out of the sanctuary into the outer courtyard with our palm branches. While standing in the sunshine, we were given instructions to begin singing a simple song of triumph, celebrating our Savior's entry into Jerusalem. We had about twenty visitors from Africa, and as Qavah waved her palm branch and sang, she whispered in my ear, "Mama, there are lots of brown people here today like me!" Yes, a true picture of what heaven will be like, as we sing our hosanna's to the King of Kings with every nation, tribe, and tongue.
The girls have both been feeling well this weekend. We have been preparing for Passover, and tomorrow night at sundown we will gather here to celebrate the feast of unleavened bread. We have been cooking, chopping, dicing, peeling, and getting ready for the Passover at home as well as church. The number at church has grown to around 224. That's a lot of people to feed. I'm praying for the next fourty-eight hours to flow smoothly, and that God will grant the girls peace in their bodies so that they can enjoy the feast.
This is such a special time of year. My lilacs are blooming now. I have been enjoying the smell of fresh mown lawn, and the flowing shrubs. Paul would like this time of year better if it weren't tax time. It's going to be a late night.