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Ewe and her lamb

Mary had a little Lamb
Soon to the world, He would go.
He would be sacrificed,
Washing away the scarlet stain of our sin

Making us as white as snow.


"Behold, the Lamb of God who takes away the sin of the world." 

-John 1:29

As a follower of Jesus Christ, I rest in the knowledge that this life is not as good as things get. In Eternity there won't be anxiety, sensory issues, depression or migraine headaches.

Perhaps learning about the message of the Cross, that Jesus was crucified for my sins as well as all of mankind, is more real for me given the violent things said and done in my teens and early 20's. I'm not going into them in this post because the main point I'm making is this; I need saving from my own self. 

If Jesus wanted me dead, He would have allowed me to die during several suicide attempts.
I don't know what Christian persecution is. I am blessed in that. I have, however, suffered persecution for being autistic. Being a Christian doesn't mean I am exempt from the wrath of man. They cannot touch my soul or spirit.
Jesus rose from the tomb. It is important to remember that He is the living God, part of the Holy Triune Godhead.
God's silence doesn't mean His absence.
The psalms remind me, His timing, not mine.
Happy and blessed Easter.

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