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20/08/2025

When you thank God for what you have now, the Universe aligns to bring even more into your life. A thankful heart makes His blessings overflow. The more you honor Him with thanks, the more He trusts you with greater blessings.

18/04/2025

Pick a place—any place—at the foot of the Cross.

There’s space here.
For the lost and the found.
For the weary, the wandering, the wrecked.
You can stand in silence, kneel in surrender,
or collapse beneath the weight of everything you carry.
There’s room—for all of it. For all of you.

This sacred ground has witnessed every kind of soul:
The one who betrayed, the one who denied,
the one who ran, the one who mocked,
the one who watched… and did nothing.

And if we’re honest—deeply, uncomfortably honest—
we’ve been all of them.
In our choices, our silence, our fears.
In the moments we chose comfort over truth,
self over sacrifice.

Still, He stayed.

The One we abandoned chose not to abandon us.
The One we hurt held nothing back.
He hung there—not with vengeance,
but with a love so deep, so fierce, so unrelenting
it split the veil in two.

“Were you there when they crucified my Lord?”
Yes.
In more ways than I care to admit.
I was there in the denial. In the apathy. In the selfishness.
I was there—when I knew better, but didn’t do better.

Lord, what part did I play?

Was I the betrayer—
trading Your love for lesser things?

Was I the coward—
quiet when truth demanded my voice?

Was I the judge—
swayed by noise, too afraid to stand alone?

Was I the angry one—
lashing out because I didn’t understand grace?

Was I Pilate—
desperate to stay neutral,
even as innocence stood before me?

Was I the crowd—
eager to condemn, blind to mercy?

Was I the one holding the hammer—
driven by pride, by pain, by everything You came to heal?

Or…

Was I the one who, at last, looked up—
and saw You.

Saw love laid bare,
saw forgiveness spilling from wounds,
saw eyes that met mine
not with condemnation,
but with compassion.

Maybe I’m that one now.
Maybe I’ve fallen to my knees at last,
and in the silence beneath the Cross,
I hear it—
the steady heartbeat of a God who never stopped loving me.

I bring nothing but my mess,
and You meet me with mercy.
I bring the weight of all I’ve done,
and You lift it with hands scarred by sacrifice.

That You would choose this path
knowing exactly who I am…
That You would carry my name
through every step to Calvary—
it changes everything.

Here I am, Lord.
Undone, unworthy,
yet somehow still Yours.

Let my life be the “thank You”
that rises from the dust of who I was—
to the grace of who You are.

ctto.

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31/08/2024

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