Today, as I consider all that Christ suffered on my behalf, I remember back to a season, not so long ago. When Cupcake first came home, I identified so clearly with the sufferings of Christ. Not that my sufferings were in any way comparable to what Jesus went through. But in that season, I glimpsed a little bit of what His love for us is like.
The child that we had loved and prayed for was finally home. This deep and complete love was not returned. Instead of clinging to us and opening her heart to our love, she lashed out. She was afraid that our authority over her would ruin her life. In fits of rage, Cupcake would attack me, trying to take me down and make me pay.
Normally, I try to avoid pain. But because of my great love for Cupcake, I went toward the pain. In love, I went to her most painful place, so she might find healing. It was messy. It hurt. It was hard. BUT, IT WAS WORTH IT!
I have scars from the battle. They will probably never go away. But they are not badges of courage for me. They are reminders of His great love for me.
I was once afraid of His authority over my life. I was angry at God. I lashed out. Now, I know He is good. He cares. He went to my most painful place to bring me healing.
Jesus Christ went toward the pain because of His great love for us. As we lashed out at Him, He took it. It was messy. It hurt. It was hard. BUT, IT WAS WORTH IT!
You and I are worth it! He gave His life so you and I could know His love.
When I get to heaven, I hope to kiss His scars. They are evidence of His love for me.
If you've never known love like that, I invite you to read Luke 22 and 23. But don't stop there. For the happy ending, read Luke 24.
Blessings to you,
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