Good Friday

Motherhood to toddlers means I don't have intentional Bible Studies like I used to.

It means I don't prepare my heart and mind for Good Friday and Easter like I once did.

It means my walk with Jesus is more leaning into grace and the things I sowed years ago and less digging into certain disciplines.

It also means, how I remember Christ's death, will be different.

Good Friday should be remembered.

Jesus gave me a gift so overwhelming and incomprehensible I must surrender and let it overtake me.

But the way in which I remember and hold the moment in deep gratitude doesn't have to look like the Christian "ideal".

My lack of capacity or intention did not stop Jesus from going to the cross.

Rather he went and invited us to Come.

Come to the Shepherd who cares tenderly for the sheep.

Come to the King who is mighty to save.

Come all who are weary for He is our rest.

And so this Good Friday I look at My Jesus and I rest in His embrace.

And you know what you can too.

(This is not an argument or case for a passive Christian walk. RATHER...it is a glimpse into the heart of a woman who is navigating the world of motherhood while walking in my true identity in Christ. I'm learning just how much grace Jesus has for me, how the rules I set for myself are just my rules...not His and how being a mom is really an opportunity to be Christ to my family and that He delights in that.)