All kinds of hope for us

I've had some great times with God lately. It is one of the best times of my day, in the morning, a couple of hours after breakfast. It is just before Haven's naptime and he's in my lap with his bottle and we are reading the Bible. The Jesus Storybook Bible, to be exact.

I haven't gotten so much from Bible reading in a while. Go ahead and laugh; it's funny to see a grown woman cry over a children's version of the story of Abraham and Isaac. Yes, I am hormonal but I (have to) believe that God speaks through that. Sometimes more clearly than ever.

The stories are beautifully clear. You do not have to have a great knowledge of Hebrew culture or history to see that each story in the Bible points to hope. Jesus was coming and did come to make a way for us to be saved from the sin in this world so that we could have a relationship with Him. He sacrificed it all for us. His son. The magnitude of that is something I have only started to grasp since my own son was born. I cannot say that I would give him up for the sake of the world. (I imagine you're relieved that I am not God.)

My Dad mentioned recently how strange it is that Christians don't celebrate Easter as the biggest holiday of the year. We might call it the biggest holiday, but our celebration is on rank with Thanksgiving, while Christmas is in a league of it's own. Maybe it's different in some families, but that's how it has always been for me.

God's sacrifice is something that I only begin to understand. We crave a savior and somebody who will cover us. There are a ton of movies in which the hero gives his life to save others. We love that. We cry and we are stunned. I hope that the great love of God is something that you see clearly this week.