May you have a blessed Easter

Jesus suffered in the Garden of Gethsemane to the point He sweat blood. He was betrayed by one of his closest friends. He endured a false trial. He was stripped and beaten. Another close friend denied Him. He was nailed to a cross. He finished the torture and died. It's Friday.

On Sunday, He rose from the dead never to die again. He conquered death.

He did it all for us. Only a perfect man could take on the sins of another, and He took on the sins of us all. His flesh and soul endured the brutality. He truly understands what you're going through, to a depth we will never understand.

His sacrifice promises us He will bear everything we give to Him.

Sometimes, I'm afraid to give over my mistakes. They're too awful or too stupid or too petty.

Jesus already suffered. It's finished.

Hanging onto my mistakes does not save Him pain. Instead, it needlessly punishes me and withholds from Him the right He has claimed as His own.