Yesterday as I was driving home from the Dr, I passed the Jesus billboard. Have you seen the one I'm talking about? With Jesus nailed to the cross? I've seen it before but for some reason as I drove by yesterday I felt a sting in the palms of my hands and an ache in the pit of my stomach. The coming down a hill on a roller coaster ache.
As I read this devotion this morning, the pain in the palms of my hands returned. The hurt in the pit of my stomach came back.
It's not comfortable seeing and hearing the truth- I can't imagine the actual pain He must have felt for us.
As I sit at the dining room table working on scheduling and input, life is comfortable. I just read the Good Friday story to B (though he didn't quite sit and listen the whole time)
and laid him down for a nap. The window is open and it sounds like spring outside. Easter baskets lay around the house and eggs sit waiting to be filled. I'm thankful for this weekend and all that it means.
I'm thankful that He went to the cross on good Friday and suffered so that we can celebrate His life and ourselves can live life eternally. Thank you Jesus for the cross.
*B's devotional is Sheila Walsh's Goodnight Warrior (a gift from his Aunt).
