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Today, we are having six friends over to our house to celebrate Christ’s resurrection with us.
Yesterday, I fell off the sidewalk trying to get to our car to go to Target and buy Libbie bunny ears, and sprained my ankle. And skinned my knee. And managed to do something bad to my already-problematic back. (Ye old twisted tailbone of pregnancy fame has been haunting me again.)
Our house isn’t clean. I can barely walk. Did you know it’s nearly impossible to care for an infant when you have a hard time picking her up and going up and down the stairs takes 10 minutes?
Mr. V has been wonderful, waiting on me hand and foot and taking care of the baby, and I know he will make everything come together for today.
And you know what? I’m not perfect, and I never will be, this side of heaven. I do stupid things, both on accident–see above–and on purpose. I don’t do what I want in my heart to do to please God (Romans 7:15).
But you know what?
You see, at just the right time, when we were still powerless, Christ died for the ungodly. Very rarely will anyone die for a righteous man, though for a good man someone might possibly dare to die. But God demonstrates his own love for us in this: While we were still sinners, Christ died for us (Romans 5:6-8).
I am rejoicing this morning, with my wonderful church family and belivers around the world, that I am a sinner–but God still wanted me and wants me with Him. He died for me. And then He rose again.
Have a wonderful Resurrection Sunday.