blessed beyond measure

What made my Jesus think I was worth suffering and dying for, I'll never understand. But oh how precious that love is to me. I cling to it, not in fear that it will be snatched away, but because it is my driving force and my identity. Sweet Easter. It means more every year, feels new and fresh every year, takes my breath away with its power every year. I follow Judah Smith through the Churchome podcast, and speaking of Good Friday, he said, "In that moment, God turned away from His Son so He could turn toward you." Thank you, Lord. Easter morning brought with it beautiful skies, a cool breeze, and an undeniable feeling of joy. There's chaos all around and reading the news on any given day will just suck the hope right out of you. But if Resurrection Day speaks of anything, it is victory . Jesus died on that cross the sacrificial lamb and came out of that tomb a roaring lion. In Him we are more than conquerors, y'all. God's got this. For years I ...

We watched our Hoos through every game of the tournament. The further they went, the less our busted brackets mattered. Sprawled across the basement we hoped and agonized and shouted and maintained every single superstitious position that seemed to help the effort. They made it to the final four, and I had never seen my husband so happy. They made it to the championship game, and I had never seen my husband so happy. They won that final game, and y'all, I have never seen my husband so happy. Oh, we all celebrated. Trey with his orange and blue balloons leftover from last week's science fair project. Aden with a handful of shredded Nerf bullets to use for confetti. I fought back tears at Kyle Guy's emotional roller coaster. We hooped and hollered and high-fived and reluctantly went to bed in the wee hours of Tuesday morning, following the excitement of the trophy presentation, net cutting, and the revered shining moment. It's a huge deal, and only deep, long...