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Today is the day.
The day he announces his kingship to all of Jerusalem.
There is a pit in my stomach.
I’ve feared this day since I first heard his cry in that stable.
Though in my fear, I am confident in my Lord, my son.
He is Jesus.
He was born for this.
I hear the voices, people move quickly.
Here he comes, on a donkey no less.
I remember riding that donkey to Bethlehem.
How blessed I was to carry, my Lord, my son.
I hear the chants, “Hosanna, Hosanna” but I can’t take my eyes off of him.
There is a joy about him that I’ve never seen before.
Yet all I feel is sorrow.
Does he know he is riding to his death?
Of course he does, he is God
“Blessed is the king who comes in the name of the Lord,” they say.
The king. My Lord, The King, my son, on a donkey riding into Jerusalem.
The prophets told us about this.
The beast of burden yet he radiates boldness and humility.
Does he know I’m here?
There is no where else I’d be.
The coats and palms on the road catch my eye.
His name was known. His hour had come.
I’ve known this was coming.
I’ve had 33 years to prepare, yet my knees are weak.
“The joy of the Lord is my strength,” I say to myself as tears roll down my face.
I remember his tiny fingers wrapped around mine.
I remember when all he relied on was me to survive.
I love my son. I need my son
But I love my LORD, and I need my savior more.
My knees strengthen, I stand tall.
Tears fall down my face and I hear the Father say,
“Today is the day, he was born for this.”
// AMB, 3.24.24
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