Dear Jesus

Dear Jesus,

Thank you for not loving your own life more than mine. Thank you for loving your Father so much that you obeyed Him even unto your own death. Thank you for taking a beating for me, so Satan can't touch me when I trip up and gratify my flesh, my repentance writing a bloody "not guilty" across my spirit. It says you endured it for the joy set before you. For your inheritance. That is me, and all the others. I am your joy? Perfect beauty came down to die for me. How many could believe such a thing? We know what we are. Or do we? Perhaps we've been listening to Satan's lies far too long. Who does God say I am? Beloved.



John 3:14-17 Amplified Bible

14And just as Moses lifted up the serpent in the desert [on a pole], so must [so it is necessary that] the Son of Man be lifted up [on the cross],(B)

15In order that everyone who believes in Him [who cleaves to Him, trusts Him, and relies on Him] may [c]not perish, but have eternal life and [actually] live forever!

16For God so greatly loved and dearly prized the world that He [even] gave up His only begotten ([d]unique) Son, so that whoever believes in (trusts in, clings to, relies on) Him shall not perish (come to destruction, be lost) but have eternal (everlasting) life.

17For God did not send the Son into the world in order to judge (to reject, to condemn, to pass sentence on) the world, but that the world might find salvation and be made safe and sound through Him.

AMEN.