In honor of Palm Sunday
The doubts I have about me, and who I am to be. What I think I can’t do or be. Why I won’t achieve, finish or complete, is just a facade. Because the love You give me so unconditionally, provides me with a safe place to dwell, live and believe triumphantly.
All the fronds on the palm leaves lay down the truth of You and brush aside the lies that I tell myself. For now I can understand and know regal and majestically, that I too can rise.
Because my gifts from You are risen in truth in Your Victory, and in the trust I can now see in me.