By no means do I intend to say anything profound or new in this post. Today is Good Friday. I can barely catch my breath when I think about what this day means. The love is overwhelming. The grace, leaves me to stand (or should I say drop to my knees) in awe. When I woke up this morning, I pondered what Christ must have thought of or felt when He got up that day. Fear? Inspiration? Relief? Sadness? Abandonment? Hope? What obedience.
I would do pretty much anything my earthly father would ask of me. I have been convicted to do the same for my Heavenly Father. I have definitely seen areas in my life, very recently, where I have felt "that is not a 'Megan' thing to do." Far from it! And clearly, there is only one explanation-God is moving in my life. He's pushing me more than every before. Causing me to do, dare I say, great, things for Him. That's a scary line to write.
I pray God doesn't stop.
Because of Christ's sacrifice, He doesn't have to.
