The "Reason".

God

The word itself holds a secret I long to completely know.

YOu See.... This Sacred word is The Reason.

The reason for:

*insert everything you could think of*

Yeah.

I wish I could explain exactly what This precious word makes me feel. Inside.

Some wouldn't understand.

A couple of Years ago I would have been like..

*Scrolling rapidly with blank stare*

Yeah. Exactly that.

Not one idea...

Of the Wonders. Of the Endless Love!

I can't even write this without crying.

The Absoluteness Of My God.

I say "My God".

He is Mine.

I am the most Undeserving and absolutely Unworthy of ANYbody.

And yet, HE Loves ME!!

HE LOVES ME!!!

It doesn't make any sense. That He would Care about me

THAT much.

SO much.. that He DIED!!! For Me!!
So that I could Know Him and

So that He could spend Eternity with ME!!

He went through Every Single Doubt, Fear, Absolute Depression and All the Hurt YOU, I, and EVERY OTHER PERSON WHO HAS EXISTED AND WILL EXIST.

He TOOK THAT from You.

He FELT THAT FOR YOU!!!!

The inner struggle, the Pain of the Bondage was so Intense that He Bled out of His pores.


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''Never has he felt so alone. What must be done, only can he do. An angel can’t do it. No

angel has the power to break open hell’s gates. A man can’t do it. No man has the purity to

destroy sin’s claim. No force on earth can face the force of evil and win—except God.

"The spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak," Jesus confesses.

His humanity begged to be delivered from what his divinity could see. Jesus, the

carpenter, implores. Jesus, the man, peers into the dark pit and begs, "Can’t there be another

way?"

Did he know the answer before he asked the question? Did his human heart hope his

heavenly father had found another way? We don’t know. But we do know he asked to get out.

We do know he begged for an exit. We do know there was a time when if he could have, he

would have turned his head back on the whole mess and gone away.

But he couldn’t.

He couldn’t because he saw you. Right there in the middle of a world which isn’t fair. He

saw you cast into a river of life which you didn’t request. He saw you betrayed by those you

love. He saw with a body which gets sick and a heart that grows weak.

He saw you in your own garden of gnarled trees and sleeping friends. He saw you staring

into the pit of your own failures and the mouth of your own grave.

He saw you in your Garden of Gethsemane—and he didn’t want you to be alone.

He wanted you to know that he has been there, too. He knows what it’s like to be plotted against.

He knows what it’s like to be confused. He knows what it’s like to be torn between two desires.

He knows what it’s like to smell the stench of Satan. And, perhaps most of all, he knows what

it’s like to beg God to change his mind and to hear God say so gently, but firmly, "No." ''

-Max Lucado

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When I disowned Him and took Him for granted
He was still Right Beside Me.
Waiting.
Loving Me the same as He always had.

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