Easter

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 have taken the same Easter pic of the boys, but for the life of me I can't find the one from 2018. So to restart an old tradition, a hurried and extremely amateur photo of the boys in front of the white cabinet. Which seems to shrink a little each year.

Happy Resurrection Day! Christ is risen indeed.