Words truly cannot express my gratitude for Your willingness to leave heaven
and come to earth. You chose to …
Put on flesh.
Be born to a poor carpenter and a teenage bride.
Experience scraped knees and stomach aches.
Grow into awkward adolescence.
Sweat sawing and sanding wood.
Be tempted by the enemy—Your enemy.
Be ridiculed as You started Your ministry.
Be betrayed … arrested … denied … beaten … spat upon … scourged.
You chose to carry a cross.
You chose to die …
And You chose to forgive.
Words cannot truly express my gratitude. For Your love and grace and mercy.
But I do thank You.
Happy birthday, Jesus.