This year marks my 60thEaster sunrise.
God walked through hell and back for me.
What does that mean?
How does that change every day?
I am loved beyond my imagination.
I can love my self, even when I am at my worst.
I need him far more than I think I do, and I often forget him until I’m in trouble.
He was there for me, even when I wasn’t thinking of him.
He is there for me, every moment, whether or not I feel him.
He will be there for me. I can count on it.
The gates of hell are nothing to him.
I can disregard the news, telling me ‘all is lost, run for the hills’.
I can silence my own heart telling me, ‘this is it, there’s no way out of this one.’
Even in the darkest hour, he still has one more move.