I googled "cross" pictures. This one struck me. I like the darkness with the contrast of the light coming through. Beautiful to me.
I woke up this morning with a mixture of joy and sadness. Today is Good Friday. The day that Jesus died on the cross for us. It brings my heart inexplicable gratefulness and humbleness.
However, as I looked outside at the dark sky, I thought of that day. Chills ran up and down my body as I thought of Mary, His mother. What was she feeling? How did she watch Him die? I cannot even wrap my tiny brain around such a thing.
I went to Joseph's room and watched him sleep for a while. His body taking in air and letting it out. His chest gently moving up and down. His face was peaceful. A beautiful sight to behold.
I lie next to him, inhaling his 9 year old scent. A sharp pang in the pit of my stomach slowly churned. I thought of the devastation of losing him. I would not give him up for the world.
But, God did. He gave His only Son to the world as a sacrifice for us. Wow.
I'm speechless today.
He loves us so much.
In complete awe of Him,