I grew up hearing stories about a man. A man named Jesus. And His Daddy, God. And my comforter, the Holy Spirit.
I heard how He turned water into wine; brought the dead to life, walked on water, calmed the seas.
I heard how He was born as a tiny baby. I heard how He grew, how He taught in the temple at a young age; how He drove the money changers out of His house. I heard how He cried.
I heard how He chose to willingly give His life for my sins. He prayed to the point of sweating blood. He carried His own cross. He was beaten beyond recognition. He was nailed to a cross.
I heard how He stayed in that grave for just a while, and on the third day He rose up from the dead.
I heard bible verses.
Verses in Romans 3 that told me ALL were sinners. That meant me.
Verses in John 3 that told me God loved ALL. That meant me.
For God so loved the world, that He gave His only begotten son, that whoever believes in Him should not perish, but have everlasting life. John 3:16
I heard. I believed. I am saved.
I'm not saved because of anything I did, do, or will ever do. I'm saved because of Jesus' blood shed for me. He paid the price for my sin (and yours too, you're part of the ALL)
And 33 years later it's still the best decision I ever made.
So on this particular thankful Monday I'm thankful for true stories, saving grace, faith and the promise of spending eternity worshipping the One who gave His all for me.
Thank you Jesus- I love you!
Happy Monday y'all.