Palm Sunday — I Walk Anyway

🕊️ By Samantha Avril-Andreassen
🌿 Homeless, Not Defeated

Today is Palm Sunday.

The day they laid branches on the ground — not for a king in gold, but for a man riding a donkey.
A man who knew betrayal was waiting…
and still walked forward.

And this morning, I’m reminded:
That’s what I’ve been doing, too.

I’ve walked through eviction, courtrooms, car parks, and riverbanks.
I’ve walked through pain, silence, disbelief.
I’ve walked alone when the world seemed to stop watching.
But like Him — I walk anyway.

Because the road to healing is sacred.
And even when they don’t lay palms down for you…
Even when they block your voice, close the doors, erase your name…
You walk anyway.

Today, I hold space for the God that still sees me.
For the swans that keep showing up as signs.
For the courage to walk — not with certainty,
but with purpose.
With power.
With prophetic breath in my chest.

So if you're reading this —
Know this:
Your road doesn’t have to be perfect.
It just has to be yours.

And whether you're riding a donkey or crying in silence —
You're still walking toward something divine.

This is what Palm Sunday means to me now:
🌿 A journey walked with sacred defiance
🌿 A pain carried with grace
🌿 A woman choosing to rise, over and over again

🕊️ I may be homeless… but I am not defeated.
I am walking.
And that is holy.

With love,
Samantha
www.samanthavrilandreassen.com