A Wildflower Morning

This morning, my time alone with God was so rich.  I was chasing some thoughts that have recently come to mind, about Jesus and the heavenly sanctuary and prayer.  So many beautiful thoughts that come straight out of the book of Hebrews, more then I can put into a blog post right now.  But I'm eager to leave you with the most amazing thought that came to me this morning.  Maybe it will take you deep in gratitude and worship of our Savior, as it did me. Jesus took my (your) sins upon himself,  even the ones that I (you) have not committed yet, . . . and then he died,  . . . in my (your) (our) place.

"The spotless Son of God hung upon the cross, His flesh lacerated with stripes;     those hands so often reached out in blessing, nailed to the wooden bars;     those feet so tireless on ministries of love, spiked to the tree;      that royal head pierced by the crown of thorns; those quivering lips shaped to the cry of woe,     And all that He endured--      the blood drops that flowed from His head,          His hands,              His feet,                 the agony that racked His frame                      and the unutterable anguish that filled His soul        ...

  I've wondered before why Jesus would put a crown on our heads when we get to heaven.  I don't wear jewelry here, or showy stuff.  It seems uncomfortable and heavy to me.  I've never wanted to be a showy queen or princess.  If Jesus wanted to give it to me, I've been willing to accept it, but I've never wanted a crown myself. This morning when I was praying and contemplating the death of Christ and what it means to me, I had a new thought about crowns.  At the cross, Jesus took our sins upon himself, and died because of them.  It was my sins that killed him.  At the cross He gave me His life.  I accept His gift.  I am not worthy of that gift.  He did not give it to me because I have done great things, or even because I have done some good things.  He gave me His life, because of His great love, and because of my great need.  Without it, I would perish.  And that would break His heart, because He loves me.  At t...