Good Friday

The ultimate price was paid on this day so many years ago.  Tears fill my eyes as I think about  this amazing sacrifice. A Father watched as his innocent son was persecuted, humiliated and killed for me.  I can't even imagine.

Recently, there was an incident that caused the "mama bear" to come out in me.  I spent many a man-hours feeling angry, upset, and frustrated over what I felt was an injustice towards one of my babies. It's strange, but I almost felt content....stewing in my "hot pot" of my anger. It was all consuming and couldn't have been pretty or pleasant for anyone that was around me.  I was a mom on a mission, and so help the person who got in my way.  I was laser focused. I had tunnel vision. I would have filed a class action suite if I could have.  There was nothing that could have derailed my quest for justice.

The problem was that I was laser focused on the wrong thing.  I allowed myself to take my eyes off the one thing that would safely guide me through this dark moment.  My vision was not of Christ, but "sticking it" to the guilty party.  I was ready for a fight, no matter what the cost.

In the end, I realized that my inability to "enlighten" the very people who surround my child daily was because I was focused on the wrong thing.  Had I simply switched gears and smothered my problems in prayer, He alone would have put out the fire and eased my burden.

So, on this Good Friday, I want to remember what really matters most: To love as I am loved and to forgive as I have been forgiven.

 Jesus, thank you for your sacrifice and your unconditional love.  Amen