“It was the Lord’s will to crush Him and cause Him to suffer.”
Isaiah 53:10
Dear Father,
How can I ever begin to really comprehend the horror and magnificence of the cross? The excruciating, heart-breaking agony that my Lord felt in the Garden went unnoticed by me as I slept along with the disciples. I too, have wildly run into the darkness fearful of association with Him. The spit that dripped from our Savior’s face contained my sin DNA. The mockery, cursing, and denying that pierced His eardrums resonated with my own voice. Can I fathom that every one of the scourging blows had my fingerprints on them? The weight of the cross on His back that caused Him to stumble along the crooked lanes in Jerusalem included the load of my own sin. He was carrying my freedom on that raw, bloody back. Nails were pounded through His hands and feet while His love pounded through all eternity. Merciful Father, I also have played games at the foot of the cross while holy blood dripped and splattered all around me. As the darkness of sin settled on Him, You covered the solar sun’s face shielding the most intimate moment of grief ever recorded in all of history. Is this what my soul cost? Yes! Please dear God forgive me!
The Son on the cross – God’s love driven like a sword into the ground – heaven cried, love crucified, payment satisfied, and I – so undeserving… justified. Now I bow before you, naked and exposed from the depth of my soul, and I worship afresh the Lamb who has taken away all my sin. May I never take salvation for granted, ever! I pray that You remind me every day the supreme, extreme sacrifice that was given so that I can come to You clean, pristine, free from sin. I come as Your daughter; the King’s daughter dressed in royal robes of righteousness. Thank You dear God. Thank You precious Redeemer for giving every drop of blood that You had for my pardon. There is no greater love. Please accept these feeble words of thanksgiving with love from Your blood-bought, mercy-drenched child. Amen.
Love,
Penny
