Writing about love stories, soup recipes, and my kids, while it be very mushy, it's not all that I am.
I am a firm believer in a man that changed the world.
He did a lot in His life, but most importantly, he died.
...And then came back.
Pop culture has created plenty of alarming movies regarding resurrections, but this is not one of those stories.
In fact those stories completely freak me out.
This one doesn't.
Step back in time with me...
Imagine for a moment, the feel of hot earth, underneath your foot. The sandals, unlike what we wear now (Chacos for me), get hot as the Sun beats down on the straps. Causing your feet to ache, dry out, and crack. Keep walking.
Smell how refreshing the water must've been. Along a bank of a rushing river, as you dip your fingers in the cool current, it causes your body to perk up.
I'm thirsty, you think.
So you scoop up the chilly liquid, and allow your lips to cool, as you draw the water in. Your body, now cooling from the inside, thanks you.
You can hear a constant noise. Markets up and running. People talking, bartering, shouting, sometimes arguing. Soak it all in.
You hear the words "Hosanna!" being chanted from inside the city walls. Beckoning all who are near, to come see what everyone is cheering about.
You allow your feet to move you towards the noise. The energy is electrifying as crowds are pushing to follow this chant.
Hosanna!
Your eyes shift to focus on the image before you. A man.
His smile is kind. As are His eyes.
There is a safety that you can't explain, you just feel it.
You probably think life can't get any better.
And then, like a brutal slap to the face, here you stand.
Your whole world is silent. Deafening, really. It feels as though you're holding your hands over your ears, but the silence still creeps in. Your mind is reeling. You allow your memory to trail back to the cool water, filling you up. But now? You feel as dry as the earth you stand on. But the thought of water makes your stomach churn.
I'm thirsty, your body screams.
Be quiet, you think.
I need water.
No, I need to suffer.
The battle between your head, and heart is constant, as your eyes continue to photograph each memory before you, and stores it up in the filing cabinets in your brain. As you blink, you can almost hear the "click" of a camera, while your body continues to watch.
This man.
Click.
Laughter.
Click.
Hosanna!
Click.
Son of God!
Click.
Traitor.
Click.
False prophet.
Click.
LIAR!
Click.
Drag him to the leaders!
Click.
He's done nothing wrong!
Click.
We don't care!
Click.
All these images crowding your brain in the span of a few short days. And then, like a drumstick to a metal bell, the words clang out:
Crucify him!
The beatings.
Click.
The laughter.
Click.
The blood.
Click.
At this point, you can feel the acidic liquid trying to escape your throat, as you watch. Your body, trying to relieve the pain inside, dry heaves. You swallow hard, and allow hot tears to fall from your eyes. You don't even bother wiping them away.
And then you see the guard, raise up the hammer, and your world goes into slow motion. His face grimacing, as he uses his full body weight to raise up this hammer. A groan, from the depths of his stomach escapes, as he has built up momentum, and is now coming back down, to hit his target.
You whole body jumps, at the sound of the hammer connecting with the nail. You close your eyes, as the hot acid tries escaping your mouth. You beg your mind to go back to the water. The riverside. The cool refreshing breeze.
Was it a lie?
YES! Your mind screams.
But I thought this man was going to save us?
HE'S JUST A MAN. How can a man save you?
But the water? The faith? Hosanna?
IT'S ALL A LIE. You're a fool for believing it!
Your mind wars with itself.
Please, God. Let it not be a lie.
Hush. He can't hear you.
At this point, you're sobbing.
Your eyes keep opening to see if what you're looking at, is real.
God? Are you there? I can't feel You!
That's because He's not REAL.
I thought you loved me?
He's not real!
I thought this man was going to save us?
HE'S JUST A MAN.
If you really loved us, God, You wouldn't allow this to happen!
That's right!
I can't watch this anymore. I trusted You! I felt PEACE when I was with this man! WHERE ARE YOU NOW?
He's gone. He wasn't ever really here. You believed a LIE.
You turn to walk away.
As the sound of the hammer continues to drive the nails, you allow your head to turn back, to look at this man.
He's bleeding profusely. Writhing in pain, as the nail goes through His hands and feet.
He's just a man. Dying a sinners death.
Hot tears fall, and this time, you push them away.
Don't cry over a man, you fool.
For a moment, your heart aches.
I trusted you. But you, God, have betrayed me.
And as the men heave the cross up, you turn to walk away. The sound of your sandals hitting the earth matches the sound of the cross falling into the hole in the ground with a thud.
You walk back down the mountain, and perch yourself on a large rock. You can no longer see the cross, but you can hear the noises.
People wailing.
Guards laughing, and heckling for the mans items.
And then you hear His voice.
"My God! Why have you left me?"
And you keep your eyes closed tightly, and are startled when you feel the first drop.
Water.
Another drop.
You allow your eyes to open, and see the darkest sky you've ever seen, as rain falls.
"It is finished."
Your head snaps in the direction of the cross. The mans body is now slumped over.
He's dead.
A guard walks up, draws his spear, and stabs his side. Blood and water gush out.
Hot tears roll down your cheeks again, but this time, in anger.
How could I have been so dumb to believe in this man? He's just a man.
You get up, and go home.
Sleep eludes you at night, as you toss and turn. Remembering that feeling you had when you were with Him. You felt warm inside, and cooled and refreshed on the outside.
You wake up from another nightmare, and are dripping in sweat. Now, you're cold on the inside, heart hardened, and you're body is radiating heat.
I'm such a fool for believing.
You wander, throughout your day, as if you're in a trance. You can hear people talking, and you feel yourself responding, but your whole body is on auto pilot.
Your feet move, but in a blink, your day is over, again.
And again, you toss and turn at night.
LEAVE ME ALONE, GOD!
Your body screams, as you try to sleep.
And then, you feel it.
You're alone.
• • • • •
What do you do if you've lost your faith?
If you start second-guessing everything that you've ever known, and felt?
Everything that you once turned from, now is enticing. It sends electricity through your body, making you feel something.
The better it feels, the more you feel yourself pulling away from reality.
That's the deceptive beauty of sin.
It wraps it's arms around you, and causes you to look back, at a God that now disgusts you.
Thoughts flood your mind.
If he loved me, why would he allow sin?
Why wouldn't this feel bad, instead of good?
Is it really that bad?
Does he really even care?
If you start second-guessing everything that you've ever known, and felt?
Everything that you once turned from, now is enticing. It sends electricity through your body, making you feel something.
The better it feels, the more you feel yourself pulling away from reality.
That's the deceptive beauty of sin.
It wraps it's arms around you, and causes you to look back, at a God that now disgusts you.
Thoughts flood your mind.
If he loved me, why would he allow sin?
Why wouldn't this feel bad, instead of good?
Is it really that bad?
Does he really even care?
And in the same split second it took for your heart to be on fire for a God that is real, that's the same amount of time it took for you to decide:
I. am. done.
Done with the songs, the joy, the feelings. I'm done.
Then your frustration continues to fill your mind with questions:
Why won't you fight for me, God?
If you really love me, you would be here.
Maybe this is all a lie.
This, however, is not a blog that allows people to wallow. The reason I have created a banner across the top that reads: Choose Joy, is because that's what it's all about.
A Choice.
Everything in life revolves around a choice. You have to make it.
That's all it's ever been about.
And you know it.
Here's the problem with how we've viewed our relationship with God: If we don't feel it, it's not real.
Unfortunately, this is a devastating blow to our ego, when we stop feeling Him.
But, I can say this with great confidence:
Your feelings about God have nothing to do with whether or not He is real.
The ending of that story, wasn't the end.
He died. A gruesome, painful, ugly death.
And then there is that tiny 3 letter word that is the catalyst for greatness:
But,
He came back to life.
If you've never heard this story, your mind is probably freaking out. But it's true. That man died, and 3 days later, he wasn't in the grave where they buried him.
Now let me pause, for a moment.
A brief side-note, in an epic story. The news that this man was no longer buried was delivered by a
woman.
One woman tore through the streets of her city.
Her hot sandals pushed her farther. Her lungs burned, as she tried to draw in a deep breath. It was pointless. She was running too fast. She didn't care what she looked like, she ran.
She ran down the mountain, sliding, allowing her feet to go the way they knew. Once she hit level ground, she took off in a dead sprint to the home she was familiar with. The entire city, in a trance, over one man's death, suddenly saw this woman running. She didn't care who watched, what she bumped into, she didn't stop.
She marched.
She marched towards unbelief, and ran. it. over.
She bursted into the door of a house full of disciples. These men had been great leaders, and were now HIDING. Afraid of what the soldiers would think, if they found out these men believed in the man that just died.
She told them about the God that they believed in. How He was alive.
The entire catalyst of the greatest story ever told, was a woman. Her word is what caused the bridge of disbelief to be destroyed. She didn't just go with what she felt, she went with what she knew in the depths of her soul, to be true. Her faith.
AND THEN SHE RAN.
She destroyed the enemy's schemes. The lies, unbelief, and fear that filled these men's hearts. She destroyed it all, like the rush of a mighty wind, blowing through that door.
She ran towards the unbelief!
Instead of playing it safe, and letting her emotions take over, she took those emotions, and bridled them into fuel. Fuel that made her run, and knock the enemy flat on his back.
Then it happened.
Like a dying flower, receiving it's first drop of water, these men perked up, one by one. Some required more belief, than others. So, the Man just showed up... Showed them where the nails had torn through his flesh and muscles.
He was alive.
Every feeling these men had about this Man came flooding back.
Love.
Joy.
Peace.
Patience.
Kindness.
Goodness.
Faithfulness.
Gentleness.
Self-Control.
Because, instead of basing this Man's existence on what they felt, they allowed their faith to take over. They believed.
And the fire that had grown cold, had the tiniest embers, that that Man ignited.
That's all He ever asks for. Faith tinier than a piece of dirt. Even that small of an amount, is enough for Him to breathe life back into, adding kindling, fueling the growing fire inside of you.
Until one day, you run again.
You trample the enemy's lies about you. You trample your disbelief, in a very real God. You feel like your lungs and heart will explode with the excitement that wells up in you, as you run.
If you're in the threshold of unbelief. I dare you to turn around. Ask God to show you that He's real. Ask Him to re-ignite your soul. Like jumper cables to a dead battery, or paddles to a dead body, all it takes is a spark. Then there is life again.
Belief.
Fear in God, not fear that your faith isn't real.
Trust.
...and finally...
Love, again.
Resurrected from the depths of your soul. You walk away from the grave you've buried yourself in. Shackled in sin, dying, bleeding out, in unbelief.
You get up, slowly, marching, at first.
Then, in unabandoned love,
....you run.
Keep marching.
Men, walk away from fear.
Women, walk away from letting your emotions run wild.
Instead, run away from fear, to a fear of a Holy God, rise up to the leadership that God gave you.
Run away from insane emotions, to emotions that capture the amazing power of God's love.
Just run.
I. am. done.
Done with the songs, the joy, the feelings. I'm done.
Then your frustration continues to fill your mind with questions:
Why won't you fight for me, God?
If you really love me, you would be here.
Maybe this is all a lie.
This, however, is not a blog that allows people to wallow. The reason I have created a banner across the top that reads: Choose Joy, is because that's what it's all about.
A Choice.
Everything in life revolves around a choice. You have to make it.
That's all it's ever been about.
And you know it.
Here's the problem with how we've viewed our relationship with God: If we don't feel it, it's not real.
Unfortunately, this is a devastating blow to our ego, when we stop feeling Him.
But, I can say this with great confidence:
Your feelings about God have nothing to do with whether or not He is real.
The ending of that story, wasn't the end.
He died. A gruesome, painful, ugly death.
And then there is that tiny 3 letter word that is the catalyst for greatness:
But,
He came back to life.
If you've never heard this story, your mind is probably freaking out. But it's true. That man died, and 3 days later, he wasn't in the grave where they buried him.
Now let me pause, for a moment.
A brief side-note, in an epic story. The news that this man was no longer buried was delivered by a
woman.
One woman tore through the streets of her city.
Her hot sandals pushed her farther. Her lungs burned, as she tried to draw in a deep breath. It was pointless. She was running too fast. She didn't care what she looked like, she ran.
She ran down the mountain, sliding, allowing her feet to go the way they knew. Once she hit level ground, she took off in a dead sprint to the home she was familiar with. The entire city, in a trance, over one man's death, suddenly saw this woman running. She didn't care who watched, what she bumped into, she didn't stop.
She marched.
She marched towards unbelief, and ran. it. over.
She bursted into the door of a house full of disciples. These men had been great leaders, and were now HIDING. Afraid of what the soldiers would think, if they found out these men believed in the man that just died.
She told them about the God that they believed in. How He was alive.
The entire catalyst of the greatest story ever told, was a woman. Her word is what caused the bridge of disbelief to be destroyed. She didn't just go with what she felt, she went with what she knew in the depths of her soul, to be true. Her faith.
AND THEN SHE RAN.
She destroyed the enemy's schemes. The lies, unbelief, and fear that filled these men's hearts. She destroyed it all, like the rush of a mighty wind, blowing through that door.
She ran towards the unbelief!
Instead of playing it safe, and letting her emotions take over, she took those emotions, and bridled them into fuel. Fuel that made her run, and knock the enemy flat on his back.
Then it happened.
Like a dying flower, receiving it's first drop of water, these men perked up, one by one. Some required more belief, than others. So, the Man just showed up... Showed them where the nails had torn through his flesh and muscles.
He was alive.
Every feeling these men had about this Man came flooding back.
Love.
Joy.
Peace.
Patience.
Kindness.
Goodness.
Faithfulness.
Gentleness.
Self-Control.
Because, instead of basing this Man's existence on what they felt, they allowed their faith to take over. They believed.
And the fire that had grown cold, had the tiniest embers, that that Man ignited.
That's all He ever asks for. Faith tinier than a piece of dirt. Even that small of an amount, is enough for Him to breathe life back into, adding kindling, fueling the growing fire inside of you.
Until one day, you run again.
You trample the enemy's lies about you. You trample your disbelief, in a very real God. You feel like your lungs and heart will explode with the excitement that wells up in you, as you run.
If you're in the threshold of unbelief. I dare you to turn around. Ask God to show you that He's real. Ask Him to re-ignite your soul. Like jumper cables to a dead battery, or paddles to a dead body, all it takes is a spark. Then there is life again.
Belief.
Fear in God, not fear that your faith isn't real.
Trust.
...and finally...
Love, again.
Resurrected from the depths of your soul. You walk away from the grave you've buried yourself in. Shackled in sin, dying, bleeding out, in unbelief.
You get up, slowly, marching, at first.
Then, in unabandoned love,
....you run.
Keep marching.
Men, walk away from fear.
Women, walk away from letting your emotions run wild.
Instead, run away from fear, to a fear of a Holy God, rise up to the leadership that God gave you.
Run away from insane emotions, to emotions that capture the amazing power of God's love.
Just run.
Thank you for writing this. You pictured it perfectly, in a new way that I'd never pictured before. Mary and her huge significant role. So good! Thank you. Blessings!
ReplyDeletePraise God!!! Thank you for your encouraging words!
DeleteThis. Is. Awesome.
ReplyDeleteSOO glad you enjoyed it!
DeleteI am not sure how I even stumbled upon your blog, but I am glad that I did! All I can say is... Wow! You have a wonderful way with words and I love this. Thanks for sharing!
ReplyDeleteWendi,
DeleteThank you so much for your encouraging words!!!
You seriously need a book deal! You have an amazing way with words, and I would love to read about your daily life juggling the little ones, plus your business, plus your Christian outreach. And you always manage to look amazing with a big smile on your face. Blessings!
ReplyDeleteA book is on my dreams list! ;) Thank you for the encouraging words!
DeleteThis is awesome, beautifully written, poetic, and definitely captivating. Thanks for sharing!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Alexandra! Praying Blessings over you!
DeleteYour words are encouraging and insightful. I've never pictured it this way, thank you. You are a blessing.
ReplyDeleteYour words are encouraging and insightful. I've never pictured it this way, thank you. You are a blessing.
ReplyDeleteChloe, thank you for the encouragement!
DeleteThank you so much for this it was perfect timing. Made me cry
ReplyDeleteI'm so glad God used a simple blog to speak to you. It proves how important we all are to Him!
DeleteThank you so much for this it was perfect timing. Made me cry
ReplyDeleteGood morning Sierra. Thank you so very much for this. Perfect and thanks for picture painted. He is RISEN and all because he cares for me.
ReplyDeleteAmen!! Thank you for your encouragement!
DeleteThank you so much for writing your blogs! They are all so beautiful, and I liked this one especially! I'm 17 and have been out of school for awhile because of an illness,and I love reading your instagram posts often! And I get very excited whenever I see you put up a new blog, because they are always beautifully written and inspire me to try to keep marching on in life with strength and faith like you do! Thank you for being who you are, and inspiring people with your life!
ReplyDeleteMichelle, just remember God is writing the most amazing testimony in your life right now! Psalm 91 is what I think of, when you shared just a portion of what you're walking through! God bless you, sweet girl!
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ReplyDeleteWhen your world is in HIS hands because of grief, devastation or by an unwilling submission that came not by choice but by need, you understand the love our precious SAVIOR showed us by dying on the cross! We cannot redeem ourselves, but JESUS became our redeemer by HIS blood ! By our LORD obeying HIS HEAVENLY FATHER he gave us life everlasting ! How or why would we turn a love like that away ? After asking GOD why I had lost a baby, I got my answer. At least I felt I did. I was angry , not at GOD directly, but with the loss of a sweet baby that I would never get to hold. When I thought my grief could not become any greater , my marriage of 13 years was over, two months after I lost my baby. I asked why again . Why, dear LORD did my three sweet boys ages 10, 6 and 3 lose their dad in the capacity that thet knew him. I asked how could all this happen ? We were very active in church and children's ministries.We were a family that loved the LORD ! I cried, I begged GOD for mercy and to restore my marriage. I would pray flat on face and ask the LORD to help me raise my three babies and continue to teach my kindergarten classroom. Just when I thought the LORD had abandoned me, I remembered that this world was not my home, but my salvation and eternal life was my answer ! GOD answered and provided a renewed hope ! Instead of laying down on my face in despair, I reached up to HIM , as my lifeline. The cross made that possible. When grief or hopelessness overcomes our joy, reach up to your SAVIOR and thank HIM for His unselfish shedding of HIS blood to cover our sins and provide hope for a dying world. HIS love became the bridge !!!!! When HE rose from the grave HE became that bridge ! Hallelujah !
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful testimony! I'm praying for your sweet children, and for you! Keep marching, sister!
DeleteThank you Sierra! I praise GOD for you and your awesome ministry and Christian walk ! Women of faith need to lift each other up and stand strong in their walk and convictions ! Thank you for being that strong Christian woman ! Thank you for letting my long comment stay on your blog ! The tears flowed as I wrote it and it was truly a heart felt response to your powerful description of our SAVIOR'S death and resurrection! Blessings over you and your precious family !
DeleteSierra,
DeleteI have a prayer request. When the divorce happened my 3rd son was 3. He is now 16. I have remarried and now have 2 more sons, there are 5 boys in all ! They are good boys and are blessings, but the 16 year old is angry ! He is now in trouble at school. I am begging GOD to help us get him back on the right path. Please say a little prayer for us !
I just wonder - how it is like when your life is discussed on three-part own thread? (I mean "free jinger" of course)
ReplyDeleteWhat an amazing freedom of speech that we have! I would like to think that simple words on a website would not fully depict the integrity of a person. No, that is found only in the actions of woman. Actions cannot lead, until your heart decides who you want to be. For me, I choose to find the good in anything meant to be bad.
DeleteUnfortunately for that website, it doesn't even scratch the surface of the negative words people have said about me. At least their words were said to my face, however. The blessing is, I know who I am in Christ. At the end of the day, that's all we'll ever have to stand on.
Thank you for your concern! Have a blessed day!
Thank You Sierra for response. Please do not find my question as rude, I just find that board high on google results, when I was searching something more about you. I think you are wise and strong person, so your answer is.
DeleteGreetings from Poland :)
oh wow, Sierra what a great answer. It makes me so sad to read those hateful things about you on freejinger and others. It is so difficult to be a Christian these days, esp since our country's new laws are in direct opposition to what we believe in the Bible. Stay strong and keep up the positive attitude! And p.s. thank you for your answer about clothing choices on the previous post! We'd love to see a post on just that - all the changes you made as a new Christian - modesty, materialism, etc. The tangible things others can see as we witness for Christ.
DeleteBlessings from The Mom's Group
(we mommies get together every Tues night to watch the Duggars and you! Can't wait for the new baby shower episode!)
and on Duggarwithoutpity
DeleteAmazing depiction of the Easter story. Thanks for the encouraging word's. God bless you and your family.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Rebekah! God bless you!
DeleteHi Sierra,
ReplyDeleteBeautiful heart-felt entry once again! I just wish you would blog more often, but I know you have your hands full :) I was wondering if you could recommend any books that you have read that have helped you life out your faith. Thanks so much!
Hanna
Hanna,
DeleteThank you for your encouragement! I would love to blog more often, but I've asked God to lead, that way the blog isn't my own doing! :) I don't know how old you are, but a book that changed my thinking forever, on how God TRULY loves me is Redeeming Love, by Francine Rivers. I also loved the books Salvaged and Rise by Stefne Miller!
Amen and Thanks for this amazing post I needed it !
ReplyDeleteI've gone back and re-read it many times, because I needed it as well! Thank you for your encouragement, Alyssa!
DeleteI am catholic, I believe in Jesus and his powerful gift to save us all too!
ReplyDeletePraise the Lord!
DeleteSierra, this was an incredible blog post! I needed to read this. I love Jesus with all my heart and just needed the encouragement tonight. God has indeed gifted you with wisdom and great writing skills! Blessings to you!
ReplyDeleteAll glory goes to God! Thank you for your encouraging words!
DeleteSomehow, I only just saw that you posted. I know I'm late to the party, but thank you for this! I needed to see this today.
ReplyDeleteYour way with words is beautiful, Sierra. Keep on shining your light!
Alicia,
DeleteSounds like you read it, right when you needed to! :) I'm so grateful for your encouraging words!
Hi Sierra,
ReplyDeleteI tried commenting here last week but I don't think that it worked... I just wanted to say thank you for your blog and for this post in particular. You and I are the same age, but I live in Ireland and don't know of any church similar to yours in my area. I wish that I did, because I find it very hard here to find any sort of spiritual community in which I fit. All I yearn for in life is a family, much like yours, and it gives me such joy to see your happy kids and the way you are living! But it can be hard to meet a man and feel a connection on any meaningful level when God doesn't really seem to be a big part of people's lives here any more. Thank you for this post and for helping me not to feel alone in my spiritual journey!
Blessings to you and yours,
Lynn
Lynn,
DeleteYou're never alone, if you are in Christ! And God knows your hearts desire for a Godly husband, and children. You have to trust in that! :) I'm praying for you, Lynn!
Thank you, Sierra. I'm praying for you too :)
DeleteAn amazing and truly captivating way of telling a story I've read many times but now I can never read in the way I had before. I thank you for giving me such a wonderful insight into such a powerful story. May you and your family be blessed x
ReplyDeleteNicola M (uk)
Nicola, thank you for you're sweet words! God bless you as well!
DeleteI have chill bumps from reading this you did a great job writing this.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much for your encouraging words!
DeleteSierra,
ReplyDeletethis impact me so much! To see this story from another point of view shows me Christs love for us more deeply, what he has done for us. It's so true, we women have lots of fightings with our wild emotions. But Jesus is here to help us, he loves us and gives us grace. Thank you for opening my eyes in this matter once more!
Additionally I want you to say, Sierra, that you encourage me in my life as a woman, wife and hopefully soon as a mother ;-) Thank you! Please blog on :)
God bless you and yours,
Viola (GER)
Thank you so much for your comment! All glory goes to God! I'm thankful to be able to share my heart!
DeleteI needed to hear this. It has given me hope that maybe, just maybe, I haven't gone so far away that I can't turn around and have Him want me back. My fear is so consuming that I wake up and if my husband is not in the bed I have to find him all while fearing I have been left behind. God have mercy on my soul. Please pray for me.
ReplyDeleteFear will steal your joy, sweet friend. I'm praying for you.
DeleteI recently followed you on Instagram which led me to your blog . I really needed to read this as I've been struggling with the tangibility of my faith and for a while wondered
ReplyDelete" is he really there "
" does he hear me "
Your blog has helped me reconnect with God and get back to my journey with him this post in particular has helped with this .
Thank you
Suze ( England )
Praising Him, for your renewed faith! It's not easy, but it's so worth it! Keep marching, friend!
DeleteSierra, I absolutely loved this! Beautiful! Thank you so much for sharing!
ReplyDeleteSierra, I absolutely loved this! Beautiful! Thank you so much for sharing!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful!!! I never pictured it this way either. As I was reading this, mighty to save by hillsong was playing on my phone. It talks about Jesus conquering the grave. I needed this reminder today, that it's not just a feeling but a choice. My hubby and I talk often too about how in a marriage that love isn't just the feeling but is shown by your actions. It can be true in any relationship. Sometimes it's hard to see it that way though. I love how the Lord thru the holy spirit used this to speak to my heart and to everyone else that's reading this. I enjoy praying outside under the big open sky and feeling so close to God. Lifting my hands while listening to worship music is so wonderful too. Thanks Sierra <3
ReplyDeletePraise the Lord! Thank you for sharing, Tawna!
DeleteSo i'm not sure but this blog is not coming up on your regular blog page had to use the link in the instagram... i dunno, tech is not my language lol.
ReplyDeletebut anywho I would like to add that it doesnt matter if you post an "unpopular" blog. if people don't like it it's not meant for them and they can move on to something that is going to add value to their life.
I digress. ...
I have to say you opened my eyes on one aspect of this story that i had never thought about.
The grief. I don't know why but it just hit a tigger for me and think about the loss of Jesus .
I can't imagine how his faithful followers felt when he died.
I mean imagine the hope the confidence, the guidance, again the HOPE LOST.
That is an amazing amount of Loss for them to feel and go through for three days. you Leader, your hope, your guide just gone.
You home gone, faith destroyed. Imagine the devastation.
I don't know why but i never look thru those lens that way.
Sierra you are making a difference. Your blog keeps me in check
Keep writing!!!
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