After I had fallen asleep last night I woke up suddenly at three in the morning and I would love to share something God has revealed to my heart at this time. As I sat up I felt a wave of overwhelming emotion and I began thinking about what this night was many years ago. Picturing Jesus’ family and friends weeping over the death of not only their closest friend, but the one that had guided them through life and was providing hope. For us we know the end of the story but for them they did not. Everything they believed was shattered as they watched their beloved guider, miracle worker, and friend be killed before their eyes. I am confident that in their hearts they truly believed satan had won at that point. And it made me think of all the times in my heart I have believed satan was winning the battle of my life. Times when everything I believed was shaken where I did not know what was true. So today as many did years before, I have experienced the overwhelming joy and emotion of my savior raising again to not only defeat death but to win the battle of my life against satan. I so often forget the immensity of the price that was paid. In order to understand how much we have been saved from is to think about what life for us would look like if it was not paid. We would have zero hope and our lives would be meaningless. We would be only living to await our eternal punishment and separation from God. We also need to get to a point where we believe we deserve forever in hell on our own without Jesus, which is a very hard thing to accept. Something that has taken me years to truly accept because my sin nature wants me to believe I am excluded from the people who deserve it. But once you truly understand these things you will look at this victory as so much more than someone dying for us to go to heaven. You will get on your hands and knees praising Jesus for doing something he did not deserve to go through or need to do.
So if you are reading this I encourage you to get on your knees or in your heart express praise to the perfect one who died a non perfect death in your place.
-𝓜𝓪𝓬𝔂