I have been waiting to write this for the last few weeks. I have wanted to write but I don't want to use this blog for me. I want to use it for God. I felt that it wasn't the right time until now.
Well, Easter is right around the corner. Today is the day (symbolically) all those years ago that our Saviour was crucified and buried. The world was dark for 3 hours. The Earth shook. Thunder clapped as God's heart broke.Our Saviour gave up his life so that we may forever have life with Him.
My foster parents just passed away, mom on Jan 28th and dad on March 28th, both this year. It's been a rough year. Through it all God ha given me such a peace. God has helped me come to grips with a bunch of things that have been troubling me. I have to say that God is pretty awesome.
I miss my real parents, who have also passed, in 1983 (Dad) & 2000 (Mom). I miss my foster parents. I was blessed by two sets of parents despite the circumstances that made that happen. I miss them deeply. My heart breaks that I will not see them again on this Earth.
Tonight I was listening to Toby Mac sing his song, Made to Love. It really struck a chord with me tonight, in a good way. It humbled me. It enveloped me in the arms of Christ. He made us to love Him. WOW!
My parents, both sets, loved me very much. I loved them very much. I still do. I miss them so much right now. But they could never love me as much as Christ. Not in a million years. Not with every fiber and atom of their bodies. The love humans have doesn't hold anything to what God loves us with. The love from God is beyond our comprehension.
God sent his only son, part of Himself, to Earth so that there would again, be a way to have perfect union between us and Him. Jesus, the Holy Spirit and God are three in One. Three individuals with 3 separate jobs and characteristics but at the same time one entity. Jesus is, was, and will always be a part of God the Father. Yet, he was separated so that we could have fellowship with Him once again.
Growing up in a foster home my feelings regarding what family really was were warped. My feelings towards my real parents were not those of adoration and true familial love. My feelings towards my foster family were always held back with reservations, not knowing if I was genuinely accepted as part of the family. But when I realized that I could really meet God and that He was MY Saviour, not just everyone's but truly mine, I finally knew what love was. Love from God is something I can never understand nor will ever comprehend BUT it is something I can accept. It is truly, wholly, genuine, without reservations and with out hesitations.
Jesus, 100% God, gave up His throne in Heaven so that He may become 100% man. He did that so that we may know He truly loves us with all that He is. While on Earth He gave up His Godly powers and knowledge. He really did become fully man. (I still do not understand that fully.) He then suffered ridicule, humiliation, mockery, beatings, being spit upon, having things throw at him. He suffered, willingly suffered, being scourged, whipped beyond recognition. His skin was probably hanging off his body. His eyes were blinded by the dripping blood. His joints were in agony, struggling to work. His muscles beneath his skin torn to bits from the whip that was used to flag him, burning with such an intense fire, then he was made to walk. He was made to carry the beam that would end his life here on Earth. Nothing could end his life in Heaven though. This He knew.
As he was readied to be crucified he was draped with a robe and mocked for being King. He was given a crown of thorns, probably pressed hard on his head, already bleeding profusely, by the very men who were killing him. They called him King while laughing and joking about him saving himself. He was brutally murdered but he accepted it so that we could have a place with him for eternity.
That is love. True Love. That is way more then the love a parent has for a child. That is agape love. We are God's children. He created us so that we may love Him. You expect your child to love you. I do. But that is not always the case. I'm proof. Oh, I loved my real parents, but it was more of a love for people in general and not a love for a parent type of love. Not all children love their parents. Even if the child does love their parent there is always times when anger sets in or resentment, or jealousy, or willful disrespect. That interrupts the flow of true love. Familial love is not without interruption.
With God, none of that is involved. He never breaks that flow of agape love no matter what we do.
I am forever thankful for that!
When I was little I asked my foster mom why she loved purple so much. She told me this.
"I am a princess, don't you know? I am a daughter of the most High King. That makes me a princess and a princess gets to wear purple because purple is for royalty."
I am a princess, you are a princess or a prince. We are children of the Most High King. We are royalty. This weekend and every day, let's thank the Most High King for all He has done for us.
While we thank Him may we remember the scourging he accepted. May we remember the mockery and the pain he suffered for our sakes. Jesus is the Most High King. He deserves our adoration. He deserves our respect. Most of all He deserves our love.
Happy Easter.
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