Sunday's comin'.

It's Good Friday.

Today has meant more to me than all the Good Friday's before this. Yes, Jesus' crucifixion and death has always made me sad. It has always touched me. But not like it has today.

I spent my quiet time this morning sobbing. Literally as soon as I sat down and started praying, realizing what today was, my heart hurt. My savior, the one who has saved me, redeemed me, healed me... the one who gave it all for me. To think about how He easily could have removed himself from this position. How he was mocked. The pain He went through.... how my sin held Him there. And as he took His last breath, how the veil was torn... He made a way for me to personally know the Father.

I wrote in my journal "thank you isn't enough." I mean, what do you say to the One who made the ultimate sacrifice for you?

I am not sure I will ever find adequate words to thank him for what He did, but I will spend my entire life trying to live for him... to please Him... and looking forward to the day I can tell Him that face to face.

It's Friday... but Sunday's comin.'

Also, if you are familiar at all with Cardboard Testimonies... take a second and check out Meredith's blog and see my cardboard testimony. I was so happy to be apart of it... and I will explain mine in more detail another day. :)

But he was pierced for our transgressions, he was crushed for our iniquities; the punishment that brought us peace was on him, and by his wounds we are healed.

Isaiah 53:5