The servant grew up before God—a scrawny seedling, a scrubby plant in a parched field. There was nothing attractive about him, nothing to cause us to take a second look. He was looked down on and passed over, a man who suffered, who knew pain firsthand. One look at him and people turned away. We looked down on him, thought he was scum. But the fact is, it was our pains he carried— our disfigurements, all the things wrong with us. We thought he brought it on himself, that God was punishing him for his own failures. But it was our sins that did that to him, that ripped and tore and crushed him—our sins! He took the punishment, and that made us whole. Through his bruises we get healed. We're all like sheep who've wandered off and gotten lost. We've all done our own thing, gone our own way. And God has piled all our sins, everything we've done wrong, on him, on him. (Isaiah 53:2-6 MSG)
We started our Easter off by gathering together with other believers and worshiping the ONE who loved us so much HE allowed himself to walk through torture and ultimately death so that I (and all of us) could have eternal life. My brain cannot comprehend this kind of love. Jesus is my model. He walked in love, filled with grace, overflowing with everlasting hope!
We then went to Grandma's as is our tradition
Just a couple of my loves
Grandma and the little boys
Relaxing after yummy hamburgers
Time to hunt!
Thank you, Jesus! Thank you for your great sacrifice. Thank you for writing my name in your precious book of life. Thank you for the legacy you've given my family in that all my children and my husband know you too. May you be glorified in my heart, my mind, and my actions. May others see YOU in me. Help me to decrease so that you can increase.