In my last post I confessed to feeling like God had forgotten about me. Today, as I was sitting in the Good Friday service at church, God gently reminded me again that nothing could be farther from the truth. Even in death, dying on a cross, I was on His mind. Because of His sacrifice, nothing can separate me from Him.
"I gave my back to those who strike & my cheeks to those who pull out the beard-I hid not my face from disgrace & spitting" Is 50:6
"His face was so disfigured he seemed hardly human, and from his appearance, one would scarcely know he was a man." Isaiah 52:14
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