Good Friday

Today you die Lord.

Stripped, nailed to a cross, and left to die a horrible and agonizing death.

I cannot fathom the love, it is incomprehensible to my puny mind. And yet I have come to realize just how much God does love me, how much of a sacrifice you are willing to bring me into a righteous relationship with your Father God - my Father God.

You are the only you God made... God made you and broke the mold. You weren't an accident. You weren't mass produced. You aren't an assembly-line product. You were deliberately planned, specifically gifted, and lovingly positioned on the earth by the Master Craftsman. He loves each one of us like there is only one of us to love. — Max Lucado 

For loving me so from the moment of conceptualization, through my life, and into my eternity - thank you God.