So the night before Easter I went out on a midnight walk with my dog and God (which is a pretty neat combo as the two are spelled the same yet backwards). I love night walks because: 1. I can see the stars which are some of my favorite things and 2. Everyone else is sleeping and it's a great time for me to think about the day's happenings and be alone with my thoughts.
And so, as I was walking underneath the bright stars with my dog, talking to God about aspects about my life, I started thinking about Jesus' death. It must have hurt God a lot to know that His son would be hurt in such a way. It must have been devastating to see such hurt in the one that He loves most. But yet, He knew that it must happen. To save us wretched creatures, God sacrificed the most precious one of all. Yet He cared for us so much, loved us so deeply that our Father knew that it would be worth it.
God
Loves
Us
I honestly don't know how to comprehend such a love. I definitely don't deserve it, nor do I want it all the time because sometimes it hurts, but even though I despise admitting that I'm weak, I desperately need it. I need someone who loves me unconditionally and someone who gives me hope for the new day, where would we be if we didn't have someone who believed in us and gave us hope for the new day, what good would it be to get up after we fall?
I don't deserve it. I don't understand it. But I need it more than anything in the world.
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