Sunday, April 4, 2010

The Weight of Redemption

I fall short. Every day.

Every day I make promises to myself, to my husband, to my children, and I fail. Consistently.

I barely make it through this simple life; how could I hope to redeem myself for a life beyond?

I can't. I know it.

However, I have a redeemer. I have a redeemer who didn't just live an astounding, sinless, consecrated life, who did not only die in my place, in consequence of my sins, but who kicked the dust of death from his feet and lived again.

I have a redeemer like none other.

It's enough to bring me to my knees. Is it enough to bring you to yours?