Good Friday

Late this morning, I was aware of an overwhelming urge to be still; to be at peace with my day, with my schedule, with my whole person. To let my mind and heart be at rest and to only focus in and be present in what is happening in front of me. Jesus paid for that. He endured the worst kind of torment, inside and out, so that I would not ever face that. Jesus overcame my sin and paid for my peace of mind and for wholeness in my body.

I was trying to journal what I was (and still am) feeling, to talk about what I felt and understand it more. I sat for a while and could not write out anything more than feeling like Jesus wanted me to sit under the peace he paid for. This was what I heard while I was sitting and waiting. I felt like it was for much more than just me, and wanted to share it, since it had been a while.

I took every ounce of punishment and sorrow for your sake.

I did that for your forgiveness.

I did that for your healing.

I did that for your peace.

This is a GOOD day.

Be at peace.