I don't think i realize just how much Christ gave up for me.
His dignity.
His body.
His comfort.
His life.
His life.
He was scared.
Beaten.
Broken.
He was even cursed for me.
His blood splattered everywhere.
Spilling out of His wounds.
I can't imagine the pain.
I can't fathom the love.
I can't give Him enough.
My love.
My time.
My worship.
it's never enough.
He accepted that before time began.
He already knew.
But He wanted me anyway.
He DESIRED ME.
He loved me.
He would do anything to have me.
...so He died for me.
how could i forget that so often?
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