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Contemplating Christ…

Source:  Our back yard~

Yesterday was Palm Sunday, which marks the beginning of Holy week for Christians around the world.  It is when we remember and  honor what Jesus Christ has done on our behalf.  I spent the weekend with our college girls, and it was a time filled with young women acknowledging God’s work in their lives through the broken places in each of them.  As we all shared our lives with one another this weekend, it became clear that every single one of us struggled to put our brokenness out on the table for all to see.  We all want to seem put together don’t we?  It’s so hard to admit our great need for help…so incredibly hard to admit to our insecurities, our shortcomings, but, it’s in the admission of our need for help, that the brokenness is made whole.  It is in those places that Christ’s power is perfected in us and through us.  

It is a privilege to have ushered in Holy week with these young women this weekend.  God was faithful to show me my great need for him in an area of my life.  I am thankful for these weaknesses because it proves to me over and over my need for Him.  This week I will contemplate his death for me, and I will wait in anticipation for Easter Sunday when I can celebrate his resurrection.  The same power that raised Christ from the dead lives in us, and we can celebrate knowing that his power is perfected in the broken areas of our lives.

My Grace is sufficient for you; for my power is made perfect in weakness.  2 Corinthians 12:9

Megan - Beautiful words of hope and grace. Thanks for posting about Him this week and reminding us all that our focus should be on Him.

Rie - Amen and amen! Thanks for sharing. It’s all true.

{The Classy Woman} - Thank you for this post! It is so true, we all want to be able to do it on our own and rely on our own strength. But, it is in those times when our own strength is not enough that His comes to our rescue again and again.

Susan Tipton - This post was great for me to read after my weekend. It’s so unbelievable that we don’t have to do it on our own- and that I can so often forget that tiny but monumental fact.

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