He was forsaken so I don’t have to be.
“My God, my God, why have you forsaken me.”
What terrifying words. Words uttered by Jesus, the Son of God. Words I now never have to utter. I will never be left or forsaken. Jesus took that hit for me. It’s what I deserve. I was the dead one. He breathed life into my soul so it is no longer I who live, but Christ who lives in me.
That can all sound like platitudes, until they reach your soul. Until all is stripped away and you are faced with what being forsaken would mean. It would mean the end. It would mean there was no way to go on. The sustaining presence of God made possible by the gift of a perfect life and a painful death and a victorious resurrection.
So today I sit in awe of the gift. Of the sacrifice. Of the life given. His for mine. Life abundant now. Life eternal. Deep, abiding presence. Nothing left but awe.
The unexpected journey into grief 
Beautifully said as always…until Heaven
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Hi Julie. I have thought about and prayed for you and your boys as you journey with the Lord. I really hope we can reconnect some time. I know you have a myriad of friends, but I’m thankful for the time when you were here in the Springs and I got to have lunch with you and your kiddos. I’m thankful to have these glimpses into your mind as your write about your continued journey. So many of us take so much for granted so I’m also thankful that you remind us of what an awesome, incredible, beautiful and profound gift we have been given. Big hugs.
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