04/05/2026
There was a time in my life where I looked fine on the outside…
but underneath, I was worn down.
Not just physically…
but mentally, emotionally, spiritually.
I was trying to push through it, trying to fix it, trying to carry it on my own…
and I was losing.
And then God met me there.
Not when I had it all together.
Not when I had cleaned things up.
But right in the middle of it.
That’s what today is really about.
Not a holiday.
Not a tradition.
A sacrifice.
Jesus didn’t just die.
He chose to lay His life down.
For us.
For me.
The weight we were never meant to carry… He took it.
The price we could never pay… He paid it.
And when He said, “It is finished,”
the debt was settled.
But He wasn’t finished.
He rose.
And because He rose… I didn’t stay where I was.
He brought me out of a place I didn’t think I’d ever get out of.
He gave me life again in ways I didn’t even know I needed.
And honestly… that’s why we do what we do now.
Not to fix people.
Not to prove anything.
But because we’ve seen what happens when someone who feels stuck, worn down, or buried…
encounters real healing.
So in whatever way we can…
we just try to show up, serve, and reflect that.
Because He first did it for me.
He is risen.
And that changes everything.