Easter, Part 6
And it got me reflecting more on my Savior. I used to do that as a child during sacrament--pondering what it must have been like for Him to be nailed to the cross. As a child it was pretty hard to comprehend anything beyond nails--which was bad enough. As I've grown older, and known more emotional and mental pain as well as physical, the Atonement became even more unfathomable. But it also became more real and more powerful to me as I learned to use it in my life. So my tiny little wound is actually a rather sweet thing to have this weekend as it more fully brings to mind what happened to the Savior on this Easter weekend.
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