I see Jerusalem ahead of me, and I am scared. I don’t know what to expect when I return home. Tomorrow we will arrive back into the city. There will be crowds of people with palms waving in the air. It sounds like a big celebration, yet I am unsettled. I feel like something is going to happen. I can’t see it yet, but the anxiety I feel as I see the city lights leaves me worried.
Making our way out of the wilderness is not an easy feat. We are accustomed to the different pace, the different way that we approach life. And now, we must move forward and pick up the hectic pace of lives that must be reclaimed. Christ leads us to our ministry, to show others the way to the Father.
As we make our way out of the wilderness and into the reality of Holy Week, I pray that the lessons learned over the past few weeks will guide me through the coming days. We will get through the rough times, but to do that, we must keep walking. There is no turning back, only forward. Each step is a labor of love because ahead of us lies the hardest part of the journey.
My anxiety is real and cannot be easily removed by a cute little saying. The next leg of the trip frightens me. I have to own what I feel. The only comfort that I know is that the Savior walks before me, always leading me. I must focus my eyes on Him and continue in His presence. This is the only way home. Praise be to the God, who sent His Son to lead us, guide us, and comfort us.