Humbled by grace...

Today is April 3, 2015 and it is Good Friday. When I woke up this morning to the precious snuggles of my favorite little people, I felt a new weight of what Good Friday means which was immediately followed by a great sense of freedom. It's one thing to try to comprehend the events of this day thousands of years ago -  when my Jesus carried the cross up that hill, was beaten, and then ultimately crucified. BUT, it takes on an altogether renewed form when it becomes a desperate desire to attempt to explain such an amazing and life changing day in history to your children. I long for them to experience this amazing grace. And to completely understand and grasp that this is the weekend in history that changed EVERYTHING. That Jesus literally got me down from that cross, tucked me into the comfort and security of my Father's arms, and took my place. He paid for me. He chose the nails - for me. But how can you teach something that actually leaves you completely speechless? How do you relay the weight of this evening? But most importantly, how do you stress the importance that death does not win?

Gospel. The Good News about Jesus. He came. He died. He rose. AND HE LIVES! IT. IS. FINISHED. 

But tonight, my heart hurts. At the thought of Christ's death, my eyes immediately fill with tears. The person that I love the most was killed in the most horrific way possible. And he chose to do that because he couldn't bare the  thought of it happening to me. I can't comprehend this love. I cannot put it into words. And I certainly don't know how to teach it to my children. But I feel it. I know it's real. And I love resting in the knowledge of knowing that Sunday is coming. That the beauty of the resurrection is coming. That Jesus has conquered death. He alone is the HERO. He's my rock, my redeemer, my Savior, and my friend. And I am humbled...