there were ninety and nine that safely lay
in the shelter of the fold
but one was lost and had gone astray
far off from the gates of gold.

this has been.. a very different sort of Easter.
pre-Easter, actually, since its only 1131pm.
this Easter, i have been reminded of His love.
this Easter, i have been challenged to believe.
to believe that He has paid the utmost price, and He will withhold nothing from me.
to believe that when i love Him first,
He will not withhold anything that He can give to me.
like the story of Abraham and Isaac.
every Easter, i am reminded that its the moments.
the moments spent in prayer, in the dark.
on my knees or lying in my bed, staring up at the ceiling.
its in these moments that i know His love never fails.
and that He is the same

yesterday, today and forever.

wake up tomorrow morning and know that it will be a perfect day,
because that is the day that told us Jesus was more than a man
that is the day that told us we have a victorious faith
because our Messiah died, and rose again
and nothing will ever change that.
24 more minutes.
happy Easter friends. (: