God's love for me

 

Lord, You love me more than I'll ever understand, with a depth I can't measure, a width I can't span, a height I can't reach, a love beyond my comprehension.

My mind tries to grasp Your love, to fit it into categories I know, but it keeps exceeding what I can hold, surpassing what I thought love could be.

Teach me to stop trying to fully understand Your love and start simply receiving it, to accept that mystery doesn't diminish reality, that incomprehensible love is still completely real.

You love me more than I love myself, more than anyone else could love me, more than I can conceive, and that's both overwhelming and exactly what I need.

Help me rest in love I can't fully grasp, to find security in affection that exceeds my understanding, to be held by love too big to measure.

Remind me that if I could fully understand Your love it would mean Your love was limited to my understanding, that the vastness I can't comprehend proves how infinite it is.

Give me peace in the mystery, wonder at love this big, gratitude for being loved in ways I'll spend eternity discovering and never fully exhaust.

Let me rest today knowing God loves me more than I'll ever understand, and that incomprehensible love is holding me, choosing me, delighting in me right now.

In Jesus' name,

Amen.

Psalm 23:2-3

 

God sees

 

The battle belongs to God

 

What if the resistance isn't a warning to stop...

but proof you're building something the enemy wanted left in ruins?

Have you ever noticed that some of the fiercest battles show up after you finally start moving forward?

Not when you're stuck.

Not when you're comfortable.

Not when you're doing nothing.

But when you're praying more.

Trusting God more.

Healing.

Growing.

Stepping into obedience.

Rebuilding what was broken.

That's exactly what happened in Ezra 4.

God's people were rebuilding the temple—doing exactly what God had called them to do.

And almost immediately, opposition showed up.

Discouragement.

Fear.

Lies.

Intimidation.

I've noticed something in my own life...

The moment I start taking steps of faith, that's often when resistance shows up.

Not because God left.

But because growth rarely happens without opposition.

Maybe you're wondering why everything suddenly feels harder.

Why the criticism increased.

Why the resistance appeared.

Why the doubts got louder.

It’s because you're building something the enemy hoped would stay in ruins.

Your faith.

Your marriage.

Your family.

Your purpose.

Your relationship with Jesus. ❤️ 

Don't assume resistance means you're outside God's will.

Ezra 4 reminds me that sometimes opposition shows up because you're right where God wants you.

The same God who called you to build is the God who will sustain you while you build. 🙏 

So don't quit because it's difficult.

Don't mistake resistance for rejection.

Keep moving forward. 

This battle belongs to the Lord.

Keep praying.

Keep trusting.

Keep building.

Because what God begins, He is faithful to complete. 🙌 

📍 The Narrows • Zion National Park, Utah

Waterfalls

 

Wonder if she knew

 

I wonder if she remembered his first steps

while she stood beneath his last

If the sound of the hammer

echoed like the rhythm

of his little feet running toward her

Mama, look

I wonder

if she thought about the first time

he said her name

soft and small

before the world ever called Him Savior

Before crowds

Before miracles

Before the weight of the cross

He was just her boy

The one she carried

The one she held

The one she kissed goodnight

And now—

Now she stands

with empty hands

watching the same hands

that once reached for hers

stretched out on wood

Pierced

I wonder if her heart whispered

This wasn’t how it was supposed to go

Or if somewhere deep within her

she knew…

This was exactly

why He came

Because He was never only her son

He was her Savior too

The same voice that once said

Mama

now speaks forgiveness over the world

The same hands she once wrapped

in cloth

are now bearing the weight

of every sin

And still—

He looks at her

Not just as a King

Not just as a sacrifice

But as her son

And I wonder

if in that moment

her heart broke in two directions

Grieving the boy she raised

and worshiping the God He is

Because what kind of mother

watches her child die

and still calls it holy

What kind of love

stands at the foot of suffering

and doesn’t turn away

Mary did

She stayed

Through the pain

Through the questions

Through the silence of heaven

She stayed

And maybe that’s what love is

Not understanding

Not fixing

Not rescuing

But staying

Even when your heart

is being nailed to the cross

right alongside Him

And I wonder

through tear blurred eyes

if she whispered

That’s my son

and at the very same time

That’s my Savior

#easter #heisrisen #goodfriday

Tears

 My tears flow endlessly

Your words stab me

You are angry at the world and I am your target 

I am not sure why...

Maybe just because I am there