As I was contemplating on what to write,
I couldn't think of anything better than what just happened to me.
Here it is:
The other day, as I was preparing a meal, I started to cry,
and then I was screaming louder and louder.
I made a cup of tea and went into the other room,
while I was soon to feel God's powerful love flowing (as it was) all over me.
The room was filled with His glory
and the presence of Jesus was felt so strong.
Oh,
what love
he showed me
that day!
Now, I know God allowed Jesus to go to the cross to bear my sins,
my iniquities,
all my sorrows.
The fact that I was crying because
I had lost my oldest daughter, Charlotte Mae, many years ago.
Now as never before, do I realize that Jesus went to the cross,
taking all of this pain and suffering that Charlotte Mae had so patiently taken.
This I believe is the meaning of the cross for me.
Can this also be a very happy remembrance of the cross for you and your family?
Let's do our best to spread the Good News
of
His great love.
