Easter week is upon us and I find myself thinking about: David in Ft Lewis getting ready to go to Iraq in a week or so; Christine & Nate in Moorhead continuing the fight against the flood waters; Brian looking for a job and working at getting his business going; the music we have to learn for the Good Friday Service and Easter morning; and the guests that are coming to my house and what I will feed them...
BUT, for a moment at least, I hit "pause" on the brain chatter...
It should have been my hands and it should have been my feet where the nails were. I know the truth is, the debt was mine to pay. It should have been my side that was cut open and it should have been my heart that was broken.
At times I overlook His grace and the sacrifice He made. Sometimes I'm busy living the life He has given me to live and thinking I'm worth the love He freely gives. Sometimes I run the race like I've earned the right. Then I look at the cross and I realize all over again:
It should have been me.
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