Easter.
Not because of the rabbits and eggs but because of the beautiful
meaning behind it.
That God would love me enough to send his son to die for me.
Me.
Someone who is so undeserving.
Someone who is a sinner.
Someone who struggles to live for God each and every day.
Someone who fails over and over and over.
But that’s just it. He loved me that much.
And you.
He loved you that much.
And it doesn’t matter what we do.
Nothing will ever change that.
If you don’t know the love of Christ ask me about Him.
I’d love to share.
Its indescribable.
It’s perfect in every way.
It’s love like you’ve never known.
I promise.
Easter weekend was so fun. God blessed us with beautiful weather,
and I was able to spend time with some of my favorite people. In the back of my
head all weekend was the thought that I didn’t deserve this great time. This
was a weekend to reflect a man that died. A man that died for me. Friday was
not good for Jesus. It was terrible and awful. Everyone including his best friends
turned against him. I can’t even imagine the pain.
But I remembered that He did all of this because he loved us.
He did this so that we could enjoy this weekend. Three days later he rose from
the grave so that we could celebrate a “good” Friday.
I love the old hymn “Up from the grave.” I’m sure most of
you sang it at church this past Sunday. It brings me so much joy to belt it out
because death was defeated and now we have the opportunity to live eternity
with Jesus. What a blessing!
Thank you God for sending your son. Thank you for loving me
so well that you would send him to die for me. Thank you for bringing us this beautiful
weather this past weekend as a reminder that death did not win. You did. And you
continue to everyday.
Bible Reference for Easter: Luke 22-24
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