I was ready to laugh it off and chalk up my crazy musings to my long, bad day and this awful illness. But then it hit me. There is someone who would take my suffering on himself. He stood in the gap for me already, and it got ugly. It was vile. It was way worse than the needles, scalpels, and heavy drugs I'll face tomorrow. It was way worse than battling breast cancer. It was taking on the weight of the world's sin and planting it squarely on the shoulders of an innocent man... the Son of Man. He did it because He loved me and because He loved you. He loves us still. All of us. YES ALL OF US. I don't know anyone else who will ever love me that much. I don't see anyone stepping up to stand in my place tomorrow! And I've decided that's okay. The One who bore my sin also bears my burdens when I give them to Him.
I just can't say it enough. Thank you, Jesus. I've got a lot I'm sending His way tonight.
What can you send His way tonight? He doesn't require an eloquent prayer. Any simple words will do.
With a thankful, weary heart,
"He personally carried our sins in his body on the cross so that we can be dead to sin and live for what is right. By his wounds you are healed."1 Peter 2:24
"Come unto me, all ye that labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you, and learn of me; for I am meek and lowly in heart: and ye shall find rest unto your souls. For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light." Matthew 11:28-30
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