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As I walk toward Easter, I am reminded of the price that was paid..for me. For you. For us all. May this story never grow old.
When others look at me, this is what they see.
I’m a 42, almost 43 year old, middle class, female.
I’m college educated.
I am a former special education teacher, turned home school mom.
I crave organization and stability.
I love dogs. I’m learning to love cats.
I hate spiders and mice. Mice even more than spiders. That’s why it helps to have cats.
I grew up in the country. Then I lived in the city. Now I’m back in the country…and I love it. I shop at Tractor Supply.
I was married….then widowed…then married again. I informed my new husband he better not die on me….or at least live to 120.
I am a mom. Some days I am a good one…other days…um…not so much. I never stop trying.
I love Fall. October is my favorite month.
I’m a voracious reader. I enjoy talk radio. I love to decorate and create. I love sweaters and socks. They are sort of my “thing”.
I have a flair for the dramatic.
I’m nostalgic about “Americana”.
I have several pet peeves that really get on my nerves.
I’m a fairly decent cook. My favorite food is loaded nachos. My favorite drink is southern style sweet tea.
I am a writer. Blogger. Note taker. Chart keeper. Folder filer.
I love to tell stories……..
There is more to my story.
I struggle with selfishness.
Sometimes I say things that would be better left unsaid. Me and my big mouth.
I don’t forget things. I can hold a grudge. Bitterness creeps in.
I want do-overs, if I don’t like how things are turning out the first time around.
I like to have control of situations.
I tend towards perfectionism….which can be insidious.
Patience is not a virtue that I have mastered. Resentments are real.
Sometimes I yell. Sometimes I get quiet.
At times, I like to be by myself. In my own space.
People can overwhelm.
I want to be left alone.
I am a sinner in desperate need of a Savior.
Romans 3:23 “For all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God.”
Romans 6:23a “…The wages of sin is death…”
Romans 6:23b “…But the gift of God is eternal life through Jesus Christ our Lord.”
The thorns gouging into the skin…
The beard plucked…
Being spit on and mocked…
Nailed to a rough wooden cross…the pain too horrid to imagine.
Thirsty. Can’t breathe. Even the smallest movement excruciating.
He was innocent. He could have called an army of angels to save Him from this.
But He didn’t.
Because He knew. He knew that my sin required a sacrifice. Blood. His blood. For me. Redemption.
Standing at the foot of the cross on that dark day….
***Join me tomorrow as I finish the story.***
- The Hefty Price. (greatriversofhope.wordpress.com)
- By His Wounds :: Isaiah 53 (cowanchristianchurch.wordpress.com)
- Through The Cross (thethirdcross.wordpress.com)
- The Cross (The Gospel- lesson six) (theschooloftyrannus.com)
- The Last Words of Jesus While on the Cross (lnger.wordpress.com)
- God’s Plan for Salvation (lnger.wordpress.com)
- What Did Jesus Do? (thethirdcross.wordpress.com)