He made death beautiful…
Regardless of how long I’ve been a Christian. I’m still so humbled by what happened on the cross.
I used to hate doing things to “beautify” the cross. Until I realized that despite the blood, the pain and the violence that took place on the cross… what actually happened there was beautiful.
It’s so beautiful I can still smile every time I think about how much love poured out with his blood 
I’m feeling a bit beat down. Like instead of being empowered, my passion is being crushed more often than not. Haha.. it might sound extreme.. but it’s how I feel.
I’m tired. I’m frustrated. I’m slightly confused… and yet I can’t stop soaking in the beauty of the cross.
If you’re near my office currently, you’ll probably hear this song on repeat…
“This is my prayer in the desert. When all that’s within me feels dry. This is my prayer in my hunger and need. My God is the God who provides.
This is my prayer in the fire. In weakness or trial or pain. There is a faith proved of more worth than gold. So refine me Lord through the flame.
I will bring praise. I will bring praise. No weapon formed against me shall remain. I will rejoice I will declare God is my victory and he is here
All of my life. In every season. You are still God and I have a reason to sing. i have a reason to worship
This is my prayer in the harvest. When favor and providence flow. I know I’m filled to be emptied again. The seed I’ve received I will sow.”
Yeah… it’s just SO beautiful…
