Saturday, March 15, 2014


Philippians 2:8
 and being found in fashion as a man, he humbled himself, becoming obedient even unto death, yea, the death of the cross.

Dying on the cross was His ultimate joy. It pleased Him knowing the future rewards of doing so and He thought of me as He went to the cross. He thought of me as His body was defiled beyond recognition. He thought of me as He as nailed to a board. He thought of me as He suffocated. My savior loved me even when I was His enemy. He knew my life before I lived it, yet He still dies for me. How can I not dies to self and serve Him with everything I am? That is my reasonable service.


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