Good morning lovely readers!
Today, here in the UK, we are enjoying a beautiful sunny day. I trust wherever in the world you happen to be right now that even if the weather is not so favourable, you are enjoying a beautiful sunny climate within your soul.
As many of you will be aware, I am partway through a personal blog challenge, where I’ve decided to write a gratitude post for 21 consecutive days. Would you care to come join me?
If so, all you need to do is write a post linking back to this one, or write your contribution in one of the comment boxes below.
I’m surprised that so far more people didn’t feel they could (even once!), or else chose not to participate. My thanks to those who did. He is surely worthy!
And now, what about you?
My nourishment comes from doing the will of God who sent me, and from finishing his work.
(John 4:34 TLB)
When Jesus had tasted it, he said, “It is finished,” and bowed his head and dismissed his spirit.
Dear Lord Jesus,
As someone who has historically failed to finish various things I’ve begun, today I am so appreciative of the fact that you actually finished what God had sent you to do.
It’s absolutely marvellous that you healed the sick, opened blind eyes, delivered those who were demonically oppressed and possessed. No argument about that in my mind!
But what would have happened to me, what would have happened to the entire world, what would have happened to God’s salvation plan, if you had not finished what you’d been sent to do?
What would have happened, if in the Garden of Gethsemane you had just given up, or decided that you didn’t want to continue to the point of separation from your Father God, to the ultimate point of death (and such a cruel one to boot!)?
What would have happened?
And so today, dear Lord Jesus, I am so, so thankful that you were committed to finish what you’d started.
I’m infinitely grateful that you were committed to honouring and fulfilling your Father’s will, no matter what the cost.
I’m thankful for your courage and self-sacrifice—since you finishing was not like finishing a physical race where all bystanders and participants can see your glorious finish and hail you the victor.
You finishing looked ugly and demoralising and was seen as something utterly shameful! And yet you chose to finish.
Lord, I thank you for your beautiful but challenging example. I can never, ever find the appropriate words, or summon up enough from my reserves of gratitude to offer you thanks fitting enough for what you accomplished.
Thank you. Thank you. Thank you Lord. And I thank you too dear Father God.
With much love and awe,
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