Palm Sunday

I remember Palm Sunday when my kids were younger.  In my mind's eye I can still see their sometimes smiling, sometimes serious faces as they processed to the front of the church, palms held high.

E and M tended to be enthusiastic wavers.  K was more sedate, as if she was trying to wave in a way that would be appropriate for church.

Most Palm Sundays, the children's choir would sing at all of the Sunday morning services.  That made for an early wake-up and a long morning at church.  It wasn't always easy to get everyone dressed and out the door on time, but it was worth the effort in order to give my children the opportunity to praise Jesus and to assist in worship. 

I miss those Palm Sundays.  I wonder if the Lord will bless me with the chance to see my children's children and their smiling faces as they wave their palms and praise the Messiah.