nails...
Jesus suffered. I don’t know what it would be like to have nails hammered into my hand but sometimes I close my eyes and I try to imagine. Because I don’t know why Jesus died for me and I just want to understand, a tiny little bit. But I can’t.
Because we’re not good. Because I stuff up everyday. Because I hardly love Jesus like he loves me.
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I can relate. I know that I (completely) don't deserve His gift. I don't always understand it, either. But I'm thankful. And all I can do is try to live for Him in return.
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Abbie /// XOXOX
i don't try. i don't look up to Him. but i will learn. i will know Jesus more everyday. He'll become more real to me everyday... that is my prayer.
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