"Hang Him high, watch Him die..."

It sure has been some kind of week...

In all the madness, God was there taking care of me. Maybe I broke down a million times and yelled at Him rather than asked Him for help...but He never left. He sent me blessings in the form of people, of being served, of good food, of finally seeing friends I hadn't seen in way too long, and showing me that no matter how much I thought I was just not going to make it, I did make it.

But now I'm home, and though home makes everything seem a ton easier, I do feel a lot better. He's calmed my spirit.

This is really fitting since it is Easter weekend- I've been addicted to listening to this one song, called "Good Friday" by Josh Garrels. The words hit me. Really good to meditate on:

Broken wing, forgotten dream, shattered thing
That a man's hands can't ever truly mend
Shadow land, desert sand, a man searches
For a love that'll never die
Truth be known, you're not alone
Your aching bones will find a home
In place where God he sets us free
Wake me up before you go
I will listen for the sound of your voice
Hear the wind in the trees
It goes where it please
Like the breath in me
And all who have breath can sing

When we layed your body down
In earth and in the ground
Oh child, rest your soul.
Will a hope be made good
When a word is understood
In the day, will we see you again?

Gather round, hear the sound
Of a story that's so old that it's been told
Before time
He was born in the flesh and the blood
In a world that was dark as hell, and dead in sin

Born of the spirit, and the virgin child
He's the son of God, son of man
I didn't recognize that look in his eyes
When they cried
With a sorrow that no man has ever known
Hang him high, watch him die, hear the cry
Crucified up on that God forsaken tree
And all who have breath can sing

When we layed your body down
In the earth and in the ground
Oh Lord, rest your bones
Will a hope be made good
If your words are understood
In the day, will we see you again

Oh Eloi, Eloi, lama sabacthani?
Oh my God, my God, why have you forsaken me?
Oh Eloi, Eloi, lama sabacthani?
Oh my God, my God, why have you forsaken me?

The ones that hit me the most were I didn't recognize that look in his eyes, when they cried, with a sorrow that no man has ever known...

We count ourselves, here on earth, as people that suffer more than God could ever know. But he does...and he knows it even more than we do. He has lost more sons and daughters, beloved ones, than we could ever imagine. He has had people hate Him, ignore Him, and actively try to draw people away from Him. He has seen people suffering from the wretchedness in their own hearts and only wishes them return to Him. He has seen more than we could bear, yet we doubt that He understands any of it.

But He does. He saw enough to want to intervene and save us. Leading us to Easter. He came, lived, suffered, and died, just to be with us. So that we could be with Him. It's beautiful.

So, Happy Easter tomorrow- and remember, He understands.

Peace & Blessings