Yesterday brought back those memories once again as we all sang to Jesus, the only one worthy of our praise. During one of the songs, the girls came out with their palm branches and did a beautiful dance with them. They waved them around as they danced to the music and I was overcome with tears. Tears of grief and sadness, but also, even more so of deep deep comfort.
My baby cousin, Hannah Spoon, died in May last year from a fatal car accident. She was only 3 years old and precious as can be. Here's a sweet picture of her at her last Christmas on earth with us.
Somehow, watching those girls sing and dance, I thought of Hannah. And I thought, O God, thank you, thank you. Is this what Hannah gets to do all day now...sing to you, dance for you, praise you, be in your presence? Palm Sunday was only the beginning--of the greatest trajedy and triumph in all of time. The Christ crucified, BUT the grave couldn't hold him and HE AROSE! HE LIVES! Thank you, Lord, that you have conquered death and that we have eternal life with you when we repent, believe and accept your gift of eternal life.
Here is Celeste, Hannah, Cassandra and Sarah (my beautiful cousins)
Here is Kim, Hannah's mom, holding her and smiling so beautifully
Hosanna in the Highest!!