Thank you for the Cross, Lord

It’s been one of those “I’m having a lot of feelings so I need to write things” kind of week. Bear with me.

Happy Good Friday! I celebrated by going to class. I love Lipscomb (most days). 😉

The aforementioned song in the title has been stuck in my head all day. (yes I know that’s not the actual title, but that is the part of said song that’s been stuck in my head all day).

With good reason, of course.

“Thank you for the cross Lord
Thank you for the price You paid
Bearing all my sin and shame
In love You came
And gave amazing grace

Thank you for this love Lord
Thank you for your nail pierced hands
Washed me in Your cleansing flow
Now all I know
Your forgiveness and embrace”

Worthy is the Lamb, indeed.

“He himself bore our sins in his body on the tree, so that we might die to sins and live for righteousness; by his wounds you have been healed.” 1 Peter 2:24

Two thoughts have been running through my head on this Good Friday:

1. Gratitude

2. Brokenness

Gratitude and thankfulness have been on the brain the past few days. Between transitioning and telling everyone about my adventures at Ciudad, to writing thank you notes to my donors for said adventures at Ciudad… I can’t help but feel thankful. On today of all days, too.

The day that someone perfect took the death I deserved. The day that God in flesh made the ultimate sacrifice… for me. If that’s not something to be thankful for, people… I dunno what is. It’s crazy thinking that someone thought I was worth that. I screw up too much to deserve someone saving me in such a way… yet He did it.

On the note of me not being worthy… brokenness comes to mind. I saw this quote from my ever-loving devo’zine and it’s been stuck in my head ever since.

“I’m fairly convinced that the Kingdom of God is for the broken-hearted. You write of ‘powerlessness.’ Join the club, we are not in control. God is.” –Fred Rogers

I really really like this quote. The Kingdom of God is for the broken-hearted.

I’m a lot more broken than I realize sometimes. A lot more broken-hearted than I realize, especially. Ciudad last week reminded me how broken we really can be. Hearing some of the kids’ stories (and even some of the stories of my teammates) remind me why we- why I-need Jesus. I have my problems, my issues and struggles that I still carry. But Jesus made it to where I don’t have to carry anything anymore.

He took my baggage. He took my brokenness. And He nailed it to a cross for me. His hands were pierced, His blood was shed. Because of His love for me.

Such an incredible, beautiful thought.

I’m powerless, utterly lost at what to do in my life without the sacrifice Jesus made for me. My life doesn’t have a sense of meaning without this day.

In the words of All Sons & Daughters: You are a Savior, and You took brokenness aside and made it beautiful.

Thank you, thank you, thank you Lord. There are no words to describe how worthy You really are.