He Died For ME

I’ve messed up a million times in a million ways.

I get it wrong over and over and over.

I sin.

But He just stoops. Draws in the sand. Then stands and says with love and forgiveness in His eyes, “Go…and leave your life of sin.”

And I’m reminded of His ridiculous love for me.

Of His astounding mercy.

Of His amazing, unending grace.

He KNOWS I’ll go and get it all wrong.

I’ll mess up.

I’ll doubt.

I’ll sin.

Maybe within the next thirty minutes.

He KNOWS.

But it doesn’t matter to Jesus.

He loves me. Regardless.

And He just wants me to keep trying. Keep learning. Keep coming back to Him.

Keep bringing Him all my questions and all my doubts and all my fears.

Keep confessing my sins.

Over and over and over and over and over.

He LOVES me.

ME.

Isn’t that amazing???

He died for ME.

On this Good Friday I can feel His eyes meet mine.

He’s so sure.

SO SURE of His love for me.

ME!!

Unlovable, unworthy me.

Through His suffering and pain during those final moments, I can hear Him whispering, “It’s all for YOU, sweetheart.”

He died for ME.

I love Him with my whole heart.

I am His.

I’m pretty sure YOU are, too.