God talks to me in the oddest places. Well, I think they’re odd but when I sit down and think about where I am when He speaks I realize that it’s when I’m in places where I have no distractions and can truly listen to what He’s saying.
It hit me really hard tonight what God did for us in letting His only Son die on a cross. For us. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve always known what He did but tonight I saw it through the eyes of a mom. Again. Yes, I’ve seen it through parental eyes before but tonight was different.
God willingly let His Son go. Willingly. I have a hard time letting my oldest son walk through the grocery store beside me without holding my hand. God let His Son die.
The scenario that ran through my head tonight was me at work getting a phone call that there had been an accident and that I needed to go to the morgue – not the hospital. Man, that’s a kick in the gut.
Then it hit me.
God did that for us. No one took His Son from Him. He let go.
I’m so glad I don’t have to be that strong and that I can lean on Him for strength.