Palms or Nails?

Phew....what a week! I never slept past 4:30 a.m., and I most likely won't in the coming one, either. I've been trying to convince my parents that I can deal with my headaches, and the small inconvenience isn't keeping me from being a normal high schooler; I tried to convince them that I'm not crazy....but we all know that battle was lost a long time ago ;) I've gotten the chance to travel to a few FFA events around the state, spend time with some of my favorite people, and help some to step outside of their comfort zone. I've also spent a ridiculous amount of time trying to teach myself calculus and chemistry, as it seems I'm NEVER in school. It's been an insane, tiring, and absolutely blessed week.

I love Sundays for about a jillion different reasons, including that I usually have time to breathe, make some kind of music, and actually think. This morning was awesome- I just LOVE Palm Sunday mass! All week I've been working on living every moment with purpose. Since organized prayer and silence lasting more than a few moments simply hasn't been an option, I may as well focus on what I should be doing anyway. I've always been a major believer in the power of small, silent actions, and this week has only reinforced that.

Today at mass, the homily hit on the power of our sins-all of them. While Father was talking about how the daily choices we make can glorify Christ or turn us away from Him, something clicked in my brain (maybe the Holy Spirit clicks? Hmm...), and I thought of something:

The man who died for us is with us, every moment of every day.
Do you greet him with the palms that help pave his way, or the nails that crucify him?

Do you choose to pray while driving instead of listening to your radio for a few minutes? Palm. Do you honk and cuss at the driver in front of you for going the speed limit in a school zone? Nail. Do you offer kind words to that one person in your life who really drives you crazy? Palm. What about when you roll your eyes when they give you a dirty look for what you just said? Nail.

If you're like me, your day may end up like this: Palm. Nail. Nail. Nail. Palm. Nail. Palm. Nail. Palm......well, you get the picture. Don't get discouraged; we weren't made to be perfect. We were however, made to try.

Will you glorify Christ as king, or nail him to the cross once again? The choice is yours each moment.