Five Minute Friday_Good

Five Minute Friday_Good

I’m so thankful I can incorporate my one word, thankful, into my favorite Friday activity – Five Minute Friday, which I confess takes longer than five minutes for me to compose because I’m a deep slow thinker, but only takes five minutes to read. That counts, right? This week, the word is good.


Today is a Friday like no other. It is Good Friday. But didn’t Jesus suffer and die on this day? Wasn’t he tortured on a Roman cross for crimes he didn’t commit? Why would anyone call this Good Friday?

Oh but friends, it is good! It is so good because it is finished!

Jesus came to do for us what we could never do for ourselves. Jesus came to reconcile us to God. Jesus paid the debt that I owed because I owed a debt I could never pay.

This is the good news, the gospel, that if you believe in your heart and confess with your mouth that Jesus is Lord, you WILL be saved!

Thanks be to God for his indescribable gift!


Happiest Friday of all!!!

The One About Shame

And he took bread, and when he had given thanks, he broke it and gave it to them, saying, “This is my body, which is given for you. Do this in remembrance of me.” (‭Luke‬ ‭22‬:‭19‬ ESV)

Lately, every time I walk into work, there is an intense battle between my spirit and my flesh.

I have such good intentions to be joyful, to be light, to bear up, to encourage, to make my co-workers look good, to submit joyfully to my leaders.

Then my flesh kicks in. I compare my day to others. I grumble at the unfairness of the way I’m treated.

Yesterday, I thought my head would explode from the battle that was happening inside me. I cried big fat tears of shame as I could feel the eyes of the Lord looking at me intensely, the way he must have looked at Peter on that fateful night of denial, not with condemnation, but sorrow and compassion for his lost friend.

I am undone as I sit here during this holiest of weeks and remember the love of my Savior, knowing that he dies over and over and over for my sins even after I surrendered my life to him.

And I am thankful for the unfailing love of God bestowed on me with mercy because of the finished work of Jesus Christ, that nothing can separate us ever again.

Amazing grace that saved a wretch like me.

Thankful to join 3DLessons4Life

Advent_December 23

I really appreciate the description of God as the Great Physician because I am a nurse. And doing heart transplants? That grabs me because I am a surgical nurse. I haven’t yet personally seen a heart transplant, but I’ve done heart surgery. I’ve laid my hand on several beating hearts over the years. Awesome is the only word to describe the feeling of a beating heart.

When you have heart surgery, the surgeon shuts your heart off. On purpose. The blood vessels to bypass are too tiny to work on while your heart beats. Isn’t it crazy he can shut your heart off, like a light can be shut off? Then when the anesthesia wears off, the heart starts to beat again. So crazy amazing!

Now imagine your heart is too useless to support your body? You go to surgery. Get put on bypass. They shut it down. Remove it, like a car engine. Replace it with a stranger’s heart. A stranger died. Graciously gifted his organs so others might live. They put that new heart into your body. Hook up all the connections. The anesthesia wears off, the new heart starts to beat again as if it never stopped beating in the first place!

When you say yes to Jesus, you get a heart transplant! You get His heart! He died to gift it to you! Bonus, it doesn’t even hurt you! What a crazy, amazing gift!!!

His… Michelle
Philippians 1:20

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