My ❤️.

I’m speechless.

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My heart is overwhelmed this morning with both a deep ache of pain, but also a profound sense of awe + wonder.

How could my Jesus bear the weight of my sin?
How could he withstand the flogging I deserved?

How could he love me so much that he would be bruised for my real true and utter wickedness?

How could he be bound to a cross for the sins of the very men who sneered and mocked him, yet still asked the Father to “forgive them, for they know now what they do”?

How could the Father love us so much that Jesus CRIED out to him with an extreme burden of weight, shame, guilt for all the people — how could God not incline his ear and extend mercy to my Jesus?

Considering that fact, how is it that we are able to ask God to incline his ear to us, and he comes. And he listens. And he works. He has never turned his back on us. How?

How could Jesus be my friend after seeing all what I have done and will do?

How could he be the father that R U N to meet me?

How could he love us so much that he would conquer the grave?

How is M Y grave one that he chooses to turn into a garden?

How could someone in this world today how could they just let this pass as another day on their calendar?

How. On earth.

I seriously don’t understand it. I can’t comprehend it.

It makes my heart hurt.

If Easter this year teaches me nothing else than to come out with a COMPLETELY different perspective on how I live for Jesus — it will be 100% worth it.

More people need Jesus.
& I’m not gonna be the one to selfishly keep this to myself.

I’m gonna be the one to tell them.
If it goes as far as this, yes, I will plead with them.

If I “come out” of quarantine more refined with a heart closer to the heart of Jesus, I would never go back to change it.

I couldn’t do life without him.

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Watch it. Again and again and again and again.