Easter Sunday 2013

We had a yummy dinner and really good family times.  I drug my little sister out of bed early for a sunrise service that was inside.

Easter has been amazing.  Really, I contemplate
what it really means, and I am beyond amazed.  I just screw up so much of the time...I hurt people's feelings, I say the wrong things at the wrong time, I really don't listen to my better judgement, and I have messed up more things that I can count.  However, someone loved me so much He told me he didn't care.  He loves me just the way I am.  A man who was blameless allowed for people to spit on Him, accuse him of things He didn't do, and put thorns on His head.  He died a death where this was no question what happened...it wasn't a gun shot where someone could have questioned whether the bullet actually worked, but it was a cross, where he was shamed, and then placed in a tomb with a stone so big a few soldiers couldn't move it.  He did it because I am going to hell if it was left up to me.  And yet, He did it.  And then beat death.  I mean really, who does that?