Tomorrow is Good Friday and this whole week, I’ve been really pausing to take notice of all the gifts in my life….most importantly, the gift of grace.
It truly boggles my mind just how much God loves us that He sent His one and only son to die for us all on the cross. He actually watched His son die a slow, agonizing death so that we all could live. And all He asks in return is for us to love and glorify Him. That’s it.
This has been a full week.
Adam and I were asked by our best friends to be the legal guardian of their son if anything should ever happen to them. I’m making lasagna for 150 homeless friends over at the nonprofit ministry I volunteer at. We are continuing to pray about adoption someday. I’m preparing my heart for a big trip this summer. Adam is up to his neck in business meetings and work stress. My heart is heavy, as it is every year around this time, because in a few weeks it will mark another year gone by without my brother.
Through all that “stuff” — the good, the sweet and the heavy — we remember the depth of meaning this holy week brings with Good Friday tomorrow and Easter on Sunday. It’s about more than hiding Easter baskets and eating chocolate bunnies. It’s about the radical, crazy, unbelievable love God has for you and how He wants you for you, no matter how many times you’ve messed up in the past. Being a Christian does not mean you’re perfect or have it all together. Rather, it’s about admitting you’re sorta messed up and need a savior.
The true meaning of this week is accepting the gift of grace that Christ’s death brings and the freedom that comes along with it.