Easter doesn’t mean bunny rabbits and egg hunts to me anymore. Instead it’s a reminder that Jesus died for me, little ole me, and me personally. I have come to love Jesus’s death and resurrection more and more because of the promise Jesus wrote to me in a love letter. “In my Father’s house are many mansions: if it were not so, I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for. If I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again and receive you to Myself, that where I am, there you may be also.” John 14:2-3
I hold that promise dear to my heart and it gives me hope and joy and love and peace knowing God wants me to be with Him, in Heaven; and not just me but those that I love as well.
#takemyfoolishadvice read God’s love letters to you some time, you just might come across a promise that He wrote to YOU.
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