its so much.
since becoming a mom, the reality of Jesus's death and God giving his one and only son for our shortcomings gives me a new sort of ache.
none of us can imagine the agony God went through watching His son upon the cross.
His son suffered for me.
nothing consumes me with humility than the redemptive power in the cross.
there is joy in the cross.
HE lives.
all so we can lived loved.
(later there will be pics of the fluffy easter stuff...cute boys in ties, jelly beans, easter eggs)
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