An Easter Story

So I have not been very good at blogging this past month...life has been a little busy!!  I also didn't feel like I had much to say, or maybe it was that all of my expendable thoughts were already used?!?  At any rate...here we are again...After breakfast this morning I was thinking about preparing my heart for Easter and what God's work on the cross means to me and my salvation.  I thought it might be cool to read about the days leading up to Jesus' death on the cross and resurrection to Noah and talk about it a bit in preparation for this weekend.  As we started to talk about Jesus dying on the cross Noah asked me how they put Him on the cross, so I held out my hand and I pointed to my palm (yeah...I know..wrist, but I didn't know if he'd get that) and told him that they put a nail in Jesus and nailed Him to the cross.  I wasn't overly graphic (he is only 5), but immediately Noah turned white and looked at me with complete disbelief and put his hand over his face like he was going to be sick.  I asked him if he was ok and he responded with "Mom, I don't think I can talk about this".  I told him it was ok, it was pretty terrible what Jesus went through for us.  I was struck by something as I was watching his response to the cross...how often do I think about what it was like for Jesus to die on the cross for me?  It's easy become acustom to hearing the story again and again and forget just how horrific and painful death by crucifixion was.  My prayer for all of us always and especially during this blessed season is that we would have a childlike, or fresh remembrance of just how truly horrible and painful and unjust was Jesus' suffering - and He did it for me, and for you!  There is none like our God.