Good Friday...

As we read what happened thousands of years ago on this day, I cannot help but be overwhelmed that Jesus prayed for me, FOR ME, before His Crucifixion. He was beaten, scorned, hated, spit upon, and pierced FOR ME. God, the Father, Creator, could not bear to see MY sins upon Jesus and turned from Him. I am humbled and so grateful for the sacrifice He made for Me. Thank you Jesus. My words and service will never be enough...but may I never stop trying.