It’s hard calling it “Good Friday.” Because for what it appeared, it looked to be anything but good. The Messiah flogged, beaten, spit upon, mocked and his tattered flesh brutally nailed to a wooden splinter-ridden cross. Sounds more like #worstdayever
Ohhh honey… but I believe Jesus knew deep down, despite the physical agony, despite the vast array of emotions – despite it all, He knew that it was indeed a good Friday.
It was on this particular day, even though it started off on the wrong foot, that He accomplished more than He had accomplished in His life thus far. Yes He had healed people, yes He performed miracles and brought many into the family of God. However on this day, the curtain was torn in the temple giving us access to the Father anytime, any place. He did what no one else could do and became the sacrifice for the sins of the world so that ALL could accept the gift of eternal life. He took a three day hiatus to show the devil who was boss and that death had no power over Him. Now them’s shouting words right there! #itaintover
I don’t know what you’re facing today, but I know who holds you in the palm of His hands. It may look like it’s anything but good right now, but just wait – Sunday is coming. Life is coming. Resurrection is coming! It may appear that you’ve been forgotten, washed up and left mangled to pieces, but I know a man who has been there, done that and bought way more than a t-shirt to prove that it’s not the end. It’s instead, part of the process.
We couldn’t have the triumph without the trial. We couldn’t have the testimony without the test.
We have hope because He didn’t walk out when it got uncomfortable. He didn’t throw in the towel and call for backup. He endured what was before Him and proved we truly are overcomers through Christ Jesus. (Romans 8:37)
It may hurt right now and not make any sense, but there is always a purpose. Always remember, what the enemy means for your harm, God can turn around for your good. (Romans 8:28)
Happy Good Friday, y’all! ❤ Just wanted to share my heart in a brief video. I pray it encourages you like it did me!
(These videos always capture a still shot of the worst facial expressions! haha!)
Live Life Unscripted,
They drive me nuts, keep my on my knees and make me smile from ear to ear.
You called it. My kids are my w.o.r.l.d.
They don’t miss a beat, that’s for sure. Nothing escapes their view. They’ve got to know how it works, why it does that and how long before the next sugar-filled holiday celebration.
So the other day I go to snap a cute pic of my littles and I’m alerted that my phone memory is full. What?? Not cool. Not cool, man. I open up my pics and see I have around 1,000 images. Blury, fuzzy, kid’s eye view shots taken after church last week by a variety of little fingers.
There were fuzzy up close pictures of kids’ noses, adults size 8 shoes, back of heads, walls, and smiling faces. A kid’s-eye view of “Jesus’ house,” as our 3-year-old cutie calls it.
It got me thinking. I know, here we are again in the mind of a crazy, sleep-deprived mom. Enter at your own risk. ❤
We teach our kids more than we realize. This can be equally humbling and scary.
I’ve mentioned before that we teach them how to respond to situations by the way we ourselves respond. A car pulls out in front of us and we start ranting and raving about the where the idiot got their driver’s license. Our mini-me in the backseat takes notice and jots down a mental note on how to act when we don’t like how something goes down.
But have we ever thought that we teach our kids how to relate to God?
When Kendyl was barely 2-years-old, she watched us in church. If Mommy or Daddy raised our arms in worship, up went that precious little arm stretched up towards heaven. If someone shouted out a “hallelujah!” during service, our little curly-headed princess would follow suite.
Our kids see how we respond to the Holy Spirit. They are silently observing how we plop down in our seats with arms firmly folded, refusing to budge. Our kids watch us put on masks that signal that all is well even though we’re dying inside.
A kid’s-eye view.
What are our kids witnessing in our lives?
Are we teaching them to show loving reverence to a Holy God? Or are we educating them on how to endure an hour a week listening to a man tickle our ears and walk out the same way we came in?
Children are often the product of their raising. If we show passionate pursuit of our Savior and gratitude for our blessings, it’s likely our children will mirror those beautiful traits. Oh what priceless gifts to give our children.
So the loaded question – What is the worth of the cross you are carrying?
“So I do not run aimlessly; I do not box as one beating the air. But I discipline my body and keep it under control, lest after preaching to others I myself should be disqualified.” 1 Corinthians 9:26-27
To me, it’s priceless. It can’t be carried halfheartedly. It’s all or nothing. You see, I know what it’s like to run from God. I remember where God found me and how He reached way down to pull me out of my self-created pit. I know the call Jonah received from God had to be pretty intimidating when the opposite direction looked so appealing. The world appears to have it all laid out on a silver platter. It’s not easy going against the flow. It’s so much easier sticking with the crowd.
But what if that’s why we’re here? To stand out? To pursue something so incredible, so completely life changing that shakes us to our very core. It causes us to take a self inventory. It makes us question if we’re taking this thing seriously or if we are just checking some moral obligation off our to-do list because it makes us feel better.
What is the worth of the cross you are carrying?
I don’t know about you, but I want to leave a legacy. I want to grow old and know that I have raised God-fearing, God-serving, people reaching, giving, kind hearted children who boldly walk out their faith. Not just WWJD wearing kids sporting religious t-shirts.
Godly little men and women who know their God is the same God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob. The God who still works miracles. The God who split the Red Sea for Moses and the one who sustains life when the doctor said to pull the plug.
I’m praying that we can carry our cross in such a way that our children are inspired to chase this thing with everything within them. Let’s finish this race well – not being satisfied with just sliding by. Let’s go the extra mile. Love when it hurts, give when it’s almost gone. Life well, love well.
Little ones are watching.
I’d love to hear your thoughts! Have your kids surprised you at how much they can be little sponges? What’s something your kids have said that has blown your mind? Have they copied behavior that has brought you to your knees? I know mine have!
Live Life Unscripted,