Absence

I didn't blog yesterday, because I was trying to be productive at work, and I really didn't have anything to say.

Please pray for one of my co-worker's family. He lost a 3-week old niece to a very rare, untreatable, uncurable genetic disease yesterday, and the family is not doing well right now.

I've been scrambling in my brain thinking about stuff the last few days, being trapped in my own ridiculous thoughts. But perspective has come more than once. So, I have been reminded of purpose.

I had good intentions to do something this week in honor of Easter, and have fallen short. Provided my department doesn't have to go to a funeral, I am going to find a Good Friday lunch service to attend.

He died for me. He bore those nails, that crown, that cross, for my wretched self.

But He got up. And for that... I have no words.

So, even with my not-so-positive attitude lately, and my horrible judgmental nature, He died for me. Wretched, born-in-sin, undeserving of grace, Me. And defeated it all.

Last night I was reading John 17, where Jesus prayed. "Sanctify them by the truth; Your Word is truth. As you sent me into the world, I have sent them into the world. For them I sanctify myself, that they too may be truly sanctified." (vs. 17-19)