It's been a hustle and bustle kind of week. As our weeks usually are.
Filled with good things and necessary things, stressful things and flustering things, joy-filled things and thought-provoking things. And everything in between.
And in this between of all the things has been the knowledge that this week is not a usual one.
In between all of the things I do, small like a whisper, is a reminder to remember.
This is the week before Easter, and I have been remembering in a distracted way, though it deserves my full attention. Instead of being the in-between, this knowledge should have been permeating my every purpose this week.
I'll admit that I've been so preoccupied with so many things. My mind buzzing, my heart whizzing, my legs hurrying, my arms lifting with so. much.
So today, this Good Friday, I want to quiet my soul for just a moment so that I can be still.
Still enough for this week and its meaning to soak into me.
Today I remember the One who, while I was broken, selfish, bitter, angry, hateful and careless, chose to love me in the strongest way I have ever been loved by anyone.
I remember that even now when I am still these things, He still loves me.
I remember how He went through so much suffering and pain and humiliation and condemnation to redeem my soul, though usually this truth completely slips my mind as I trek through my everyday busyness.
I remember His selflessness, His care, His forgiveness, His humility.
Because He saw me as worth dying for, I remember that I have incredible value in the eyes of God that no one can take away from me. Even when I feel like I have none.
I remember how heartbreaking His death is and how hopeless it must have seemed to those who loved Him.
I also remember it is not the end.
I remember that He has overcome the grave.
I remember He promises to be with me always.
I remember that He remains faithful even when I am faithless.
I remember He calls me a friend.
I remember the ways that His love has passed through something I read about in a book to something I witness in my life every day when I open my eyes to see it.
I remember that His love inspires me to love my family in a way I could never do on my own.
I remember how much I want my daughters to walk through life knowing this love He gives.
I remember the bubbling-over joy that comes with the sun rise on Easter morning because I know there is something beautiful in store for us after this life fades because of all that He has done.
But I also remember well how much I still need Him and His grace here in my present tense.
I remember His kindness and mercy and wisdom and patience with me when I am constantly forgetting all of these things.
I remember there is always hope.
But mostly, I remember Him.
I remember Jesus.
"The Lord is my strength and my song; he has become my salvation." -Psalm 118:14