I think I’m generally a happy person, but there are seasons of discouragement in my life. The economy has hit the school systems hard, and it is discouraging to know that Brad and I will both take home smaller paychecks next year. We feel discouraged in our search for strong friendships with other couples in our area. Some days I’m even discouraged by silly things like blog inferiority complex. There are so many little things that can cause me to skip a beat in a normally joyful life.
I was thinking this morning about finding hope in the midst of disappointment and discouragement. On the very first Palm Sunday, after watching and waiting for ancient prophesies to be fulfilled, a people in the midst of discouragement far greater than anything I will ever know, saw hope show up – riding on a donkey. Not a king on a white horse or a soldier in a chariot but an ordinary looking man on a donkey. And they sang and rejoiced and laid branches at his feet. They didn’t even know how the story would turn out, but still they praised.
Here I am, over 2000 years later. I know how that week plays out. I know the victory of the empty tomb. So today, I remember that even my gloomy days should be like Palm Sunday. Every day, I should pick up my palm branch and shout, “Hosanna! Blessed is He who was and is and is to come!” Because hope showed up and saved the day, and He has been saving it ever since.