This is where my heart is after reading from the Bible tonight with Nora and holding back tears while Peter denies and His disciples sleep while He weeps, examining the cup in His hands and I am Peter and I am the sleeping disciples asking forgive me for the times I wasn't there for You, when I denied You. And this pain is tangible and swollen-eyed, and I know He knows I love Him and this is His grace.
From my beautiful friend, Bekah over at joyfullyblessed.wordpress.com
For the broken…. He was broken.
For the hurting… He was hurt.
For the despised… He was despised.
For our wounds… He was wounded.
Because we are dead… He died.
Because He lives… we too can live.
Oh Jesus, please come soon!