And the Years Fly By

I found this in my Facebook memories this morning... It was part of a challenge from a friend to post a verse of scripture for seven days.

"Fifty one years ago today (now it's 53...) it was Palm Sunday. A tiny baby girl made her way into this world and took her first breath. Her parents named her Martha... I'm always disappointed when my birthday falls on Sunday and it isn't Palm Sunday. It's only happened once since I was born (in 1970) and isn't scheduled to happen again any time in the next 20 years. I'll probably never have another Palm Sunday birthday in my lifetime, but it always feels special just the same.

So, my second scripture is Matthew 21:8-10

And a very great multitude spread their clothes on the road; others cut down branches from the trees and spread them on the road. Then the multitudes who went before and those who followed cried out, saying: ‘Blessed is He who comes in the name of the LORD!’
Hosanna in the highest!”

And when He had come into Jerusalem, all the city was moved, saying, “Who is this?”

Maybe they should have named me Hosanna. Ha ha!