Using my imagination, I pray this moment in Jesus' Passion Journey, where he falls. Someone once told me that when Jesus hit the cobblestones, he saw each of our names written on them. Though he was tempted to give in to the pain and anguish, he used every last ounce of strength that he had and got back up for you and for me, because he loved us.
Can I not do the same for him when I fall? When things seem very dark and anguish grips my soul, can I not love him back by picking myself up and continuing on my journey?
By the grace of this moment in the Passion of Jesus, may I reflect upon God's undying love for me.
How much do I love Jesus . . . really?
Can I not do the same for him when I fall? When things seem very dark and anguish grips my soul, can I not love him back by picking myself up and continuing on my journey?
By the grace of this moment in the Passion of Jesus, may I reflect upon God's undying love for me.
How much do I love Jesus . . . really?
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