Hard Love

This season
is difficult for me.
My heart remembers Him.
His love.

And the greatest gift He gave.

The enemy tries to distract, to steal,
replacing it with bunnies and busyness.
It's uncomfortable
for even us, His disciples to remember...

His Hard Love

His only Son
of whom He dearly loved
of whom He was well pleased
Came, wept, bled,

Died

because of me
because of love
not only the love of the son
but Fathers love.

a hard love

hard to ponder,
to remember the sacrifice,
but I must,
we must.

This is a Holy Week

Written for Gypsy Mama's Five Minute Fridays