I See Palm Trees

Palm Sunday, my favorite day of the year, is only a month away. I am already anticipating this celebration. I have been seeing palm trees everywhere. One day I was sitting in chapel with some of my friends. The speaker separated everyone into specific groups. We all moved to our designated areas, and the girl standing in front of me wore a shirt with tiny palm trees. The next day in chapel I sat alone in the back row. A friend invited me to sit with her in the second row. I moved, and underneath the pew in front of us was a bag covered in palm trees. Another day, I was stopped by a red light. A white van stopped at the red light as well. The side of the van had a design with a palm tree. Now I realize that these are not miraculous encounters. Palm tree designs are not uncommon. But, at this moment, I am hyper sensitive to them. When I see palm trees I automatically think of God's love and jealously for me. As a bonus, I just found out that our church is holding a Passover meal on Palm Sunday. April can't get here soon enough!