On Good Friday, I was prompted again that Jesus died on the cross for me, a sacrifice that took away my sin. On Easter Sunday, I am reminded to rejoice, for He is risen and is now seated at the right hand of the Father. On this weekend, I am reminded that the bible is a long and heavy testament of love that culminates in the ultimate sacrifice. It is an ode to God's devotion to us, and a reminder that for as long as I live, no matter the tribulations, I am never alone.
I am thankful for God's grace and mercy, for the people He has placed in my life, for the church that has taught me to love, for the creatures that have taught me to be kind and the stories that have taught me to live. I am grateful, that no matter the trials, no matter how much I complain and no matter the worry I face, things just work out in the end because God's hand is in my life.
The spirit of God lives within us. I know today that it is all about acceptance, being willing to let yourself be healed by Jesus's blood, to let the spirit of God work within you and to let go of your worries. But for God so loved the world, He gave His only begotton Son. What more your worries? The bible, despite the drama, is the history of love. God wants us to know that He is there to carry our burdens for us, that He will do anything for us!
It is never easy letting go of the need to depend on the things you see, but stop fighting the urge to let go, some things are just out of your control.
Let go. Let God.