My time in the quiet of the morning reminds me most of the women who were first. First to see the stone rolled away.

Palm Sunday for me is the day of hope. It is the day when we celebrate Christ’s triumphal arrival into Jerusalem.

I have discovered the answer to the question keeps changing as I enter new phases of life. I am changing from the inside out.

Just as sheep know their master’s voice, so do the dogs. God’s people know His voice as do the angels who fight battles for us.