look only at me

It was the night Jesus died.

The night He was pierced for our transgressions…
The night He was sacrificed for our sins.

And they call it Good Friday.

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I closed my eyes allowing my heart to soak in the worship that was so beautifully being offered up all around me.
I felt called to be still…
to just be.

“Look at me. Focus only on me.”

Still with my eyes closed, I felt him cup my face with both his hands…
and I knew it was Him.
My tears could no longer be contained.

I heard His tender voice.
I felt His gentle hands.

As he held my face, he whispered…

“Summer, I love you. Look only at me.”

But Lord,

I’ve been rejected…

“Look at me.”

I’ve been so hurt…

“Look at me.”

It must be that they know…

I’m so unworthy…

“Look at me.”

But, I have failed you so often…

How I can possibly?

“Look only at me.”

And there on my cheek fell a tear larger than the rest,

a tear that didn’t seem to belong to me.

It was then that I fell to my knees, humbled, yet healed.

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In these last months I have felt so lost and abandoned.
My faith has been shaken,

and my prayers seemed unanswered.

And then came my Friday.
My sweet sweet Good Friday.

I felt His touch.

I heard His voice,
and I tasted His tears.

Isaiah 53:5

“…he was pierced for our transgressions,

crushed for our sins

the punishment that brought us peace,

was upon him,

and by his wounds we are healed.”

By his wounds,

I was healed.

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