Professional photographer friends and artists, beware! Clip art bonanza and loud, distracting font at your service:
Told ya. Take a deep breath. Now come back to me. You gotta admit those babies are model material. Ha.
I like to get indoor portraits done for at least a few of the kids' milestone ages. As a girl, I loved looking through my baby album to see how I grew. We have beautiful pictures taken on our camera, but I'm terrible at printing them off. Thinking of doing an iPhoto bound book.
That was a tangent.
Today was very good. Mommy and Daddy were here and we went to our church. I praised Him without pride. It was freeing.
A month or so ago I felt the Holy Spirit leading me to watch The Passion in preparation for Easter. I hadn't watched it yet and was pretty determined to fight the Lord's leading in this area (just telling the truth!). I didn't think I could handle the violence. I grappled, wrestled, for days until it became very apparent that I was supposed to watch it. Here's why: I had the honor of helping my friend sort things for her upcoming adoption garage sale.
While rummaging through boxes, having laugh after laugh at the ugly sweaters, pointy shoes, & obnoxious toys, we found a bunch of DVDs.
And there it was. Unopened. The Passion.
Okay, Lord. Your desire, not mine, but I will obey.
The film was very moving. Very difficult to make it through; I had to mute and look away some. I lost it during the flashback of Jesus as a child. I am in that mode of life so it shuddered the wholeness of my heart.
I recently read something that said there are lots of good ideas and principles to live by...but we should challenge those who don't know Jesus to find another being or prophet that actually died for them.
There isn't one.
We are all sinners. It's really heartbreaking that perfect Jesus had to be broken and nailed to a cross to save us from those sins. It had to be something big like that for redemption to have the power that it has. I am thankful for what the Father and the Son did for me. It's my heart's desire that my actions will always point to my gratitude and acceptance of their gift. And that my heart will be in rejoice-mode that Jesus is RISEN.
I have been crucified with Christ; and it is no longer I that live, but Christ living in me: and that life which I now live in the flesh I live in faith, the faith which is in the Son of God, who loved me, and gave himself up for me.I can't wait to kiss Jesus' hand wounds in heaven.