Yesterday was a failure in the simplest of terms.
I was selfish, pessimistic, dwelling on the wrong things. I cringe when I think of yesterday. And the hopelessness I felt when I could not bring myself out of it. My worst is still bad, even when my best is so great.
Hard is good, I’ve come to realize. Hard keeps me on my toes. It causes me to search my heart even further, to rely on Him even more, and to change some things that are wrong. Hard stretches and prods and pushes, and makes me softer. More receptive. Ready to celebrate. Yes, the hard days make the good days even better. More hard days will come up and slap me in the face, I know. But I want to make each hard day a little better than the last. God knows anything is better than how I handled yesterday.
But I remember the loneliness He felt on the cross. The burden He carried up there was far greater than what I complained about yesterday. And His misery makes my yesterday look like a piece of cake. So I thank God that I can have “fellowship in His sufferings,” though my sufferings are nothing compared to His.
He has suffered the worst and overcome the impossible. What hope that gives me.
Hard days make me “conform to His death…so that I may attain to the resurrection of the dead.”
Philippians 3:7-11. Read it. Now.
I am speechlessly in awe of my Savior. Of His victory, of His power. What a Savior. What a love. What a cost.
Thank You, Jesus, that the hard days lead up to Easter days, the best days of all.
He is risen indeed.
Knowing You, Jesus. There is no greater thing.
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