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“When I look at your heavens, the work of your fingers, the moon and the stars, which you have set in place, what is man that you are mindful of him, and the son of man that you care for him? Yet you have made him a little lower than the heavenly beings and crowned him with glory and honor.” Psalm 8:3-5

John Macarthur - Christ to judge and save

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John Macarthur - Christ to judge and save

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If The Tree Could Speak

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by shewalksbyfaith

I read this book today for Easter, and wanted to share my heart from it. If The Tree Could Speak by Tim Tebow Let’s start with this quote from the book. “But I the cross was left with something, and here is what I learned. You see, for my beams there was a price, not only a man’s death but a kings sacrifice. He didn’t just die on one broken tree. The King came to defeat death, to set you free. And how ironic that I ,the cross, once a symbol of pain, would now be a symbol of hope in Jesus’ name.” I cried when I read that. It hit something deep in my heart that I don’t always have words for. Because if I’m being honest, there are so many days where I feel just like that… like my life has been marked more by pain than purpose. Like I’ve carried things that have weighed me down, shaped me, and sometimes made me question where God is in it all. There are moments I feel worn, overlooked, and unsure of what I’m even meant to be. Like somehow I’ve become a symbol of everything hard I’ve walked through instead of something beautiful God could use. But reading that… it shifted something in me. Because the cross wasn’t always seen as beautiful. It was a place of suffering, shame, and brokenness. And yet, God chose that—the very symbol of pain—and turned it into the greatest symbol of hope the world has ever known. And maybe… just maybe… He does the same thing with us. Maybe the parts of me that feel the most broken aren’t wasted. Maybe the pain I’ve walked through isn’t meaningless. Maybe one day, what felt like suffering will become a testimony. What felt like defeat will speak life into someone else. What felt like the end will actually be the beginning of something God is still writing. I don’t fully know my purpose yet. I still have days where I feel lost and heavy. But I’m starting to believe that God doesn’t see me as what I’ve been through—He sees me as what He’s creating. And just like the cross… maybe one day I too will be a symbol of hope in Jesus’ name.