Can I just say that I love my Jesus?
I can’t get over Him.
The beauty of His story. How crazy it all is.
I mean, God died.
I am so desperate for Him, so desperate to escape me. I want to know Him and I want to run from Him. I feel like I’ve been saying I know Him my entire life. I’ve believed in Him- I’ve been in a relationship with Him for years.
And I do not know this Jesus.
Not one bit.
And I love that. I love that I can’t know. I love that I will spend all of eternity learning the mystery that I see in the scars of the rescuer.
I love that I will never, ever understand this.
I am breathless, shaken, shattered by this wonder:
That He. Loves. Me.