The day where forever was changed

I know I know. I've been a terrible blogger since I've gotten back. There's no excuse. I have way too much time on my hands but I just never feel like writing. The other reason is that my favoritest baby laptop that I own has died. It's also the only laptop I own so that should count for something. This past week was spent in Fresno. Oh yes. Fresno. While Mom and Dad went to spend their days at the Beach, I stayed at Gramma's house, with 2 birds, 1 aunt, 1 sister, and one 12 year old boy. It was a riot. From sitting in a treehouse reading the DMV handbook, playing dominoes and bananagrams, sitting in the DMV for 3 hours, watching depressing movies and staying up way too late, it was a pretty great 4 days. Even for Fresno. My last day was my favorite, sitting in Borders for 3 hours reading the newest book I've been waiting to read, having a man paint a picture of me, (creepy, yet too cool for me to care), and discovering my new hangout, where I will be spending the majority of my time while studying. Teazers World Market. Every kind of tea you can imagine. In a funky art-esque atmosphere that relaxes and calms you, just like tea. It's going to be a fantastic relationship.

The real reason for writing today is because today is the day forever changed. The day where my worthless life was made priceless, all because a man who did nothing wrong loved me enough to take on what I deserve 2,000 years ago. Today marks the day where forever was changed in my life, because my life doesn't belong to me anymore. Because of this sacrifice on a cruel and wicked cross. My heart is covered in the blood of his redemption. My hands are held in His nail-scarred ones. And my life is filled with the beating of his broken heart for me. 

Today was the day where I was meant to die. The day all my wickedness and all my foolishness was sentenced to death. Because I, smallest of all creation can't be in the presence of a Holy God while I am so impure and covered in dirt. But it all changed, with a soft-spoken whisper when the creator of the Universe called his son to take my place. To take my punishment, to feel my shame. So that we could be together. And when I realize and remember that sacrifice, I am humbled and ashamed. I am not worth it. There's nothing the human race can say that makes me worth it. But God decided I was. And with that knowledge, I stretch my arms out just like my friend Jesus did, and offer all of me up to Him, so that my life will mean nothing, and His will mean everything. 

Today's the day forever changed. Just wait until Sunday gets here.