Sundays Coming

We see in that cross a love so amazing so divine that it loves us even when we turn away from it, or spurn it, or crucify it. There is no faith in Jesus without understanding that on the cross we see into the heart of God and find it filled with mercy for the sinner whoever he or she may be.

Robert G. Trache

Which brings us to Sunday:) What a miracle to know this, and what a humbling feeling to accept this. He died, He rose, He's coming for me, and all I have to do is believe? I have the privilege to love Him, and for that I am ever thankful. It sounds so very simple.... because it is, and I think that is also what so often makes it hard to accept. On Sunday He rose from the dead. One day He's coming, what a glorious day!

On a lighter note, during communion on Friday, Kobe swiped a piece of bread before we could stop him. I didn't quite know what to do so I leaned over and asked him if he knew what the bread was for. Oh yes he knew! Rubbing his arm he said "so he can make all my blood white as snow!" Well dear boy, you'll never be white as snow, and I hope I'm not either, but he didn't mean it as in his skin colour. Although I will make a conscious effort to not sing that song ever again;) He knew what he was talking about, as well as a 5 year old understands, and it warmed my heart so. He was so excited to take part and I hope his excitement for Jesus continues and grows his entire life. What an honor to be his mommy:)

Well, I should head to bed, big day of holiday traditions tomorrow, and big day of thanking my Jesus for the promise. The promise of eternity with Him, the promise of being reunited with my sister, the promise of love.

Praise the Lord, Oh my soul, Praise the Lord......