03/29/2026
Itās the day before Palm Sunday and I canāt stop thinking about Him.
About His feet, covered in dust.
And His faceā¦
I think so much about His face.
What does the face of the Messiah look likeā¦?
And as He makes His way to Jerusalemā¦ what do we see in His eyes?
I picture Him.
Covered in the dust of a thousand miles of ministry.
Determined. Beautiful. Gentle.
His heart beating for the ones He loves.
Today is the day before He enters Jerusalem.
The day before Heās welcomed with cheers and celebration.
Theyāre anticipating a warrior.
Theyāve convinced themselves they need a victor.
And Jesusājust days before the crossāknows exactly how it all unfolds.
He knows the horror of the cross. And He knows the hope of the empty grave.
In fact, He IS the Hope of the empty grave.
Thank You Jesus.
So Iām over here thinking about all of it.
Wondering about Him.
In awe of His courage.
So grateful for His love.
Because I needed Him to keep walking.
To keep making His way.
I needed Him not to change His mind about me.
To love me enough to keep putting one dusty foot in front of the other.
My name on His heart.
Your name on His heart.
Tomorrow begins Holy Week. And every year I find myself holding my breath a little as I linger in the most important few days in history.
Jesus is about to step into the hardest, most painful week of His life.
The most loving thing.
The most sacrificial thing
anyone has ever done.
Heās about to change everything forever.
And I donāt know about you, but I donāt want to take my eyes off Him.
ā¤ļøNicole
