As a kid I once heard someone say that
Thursday is the best day of the week as it is closest to Friday and
furthest from Monday. That used to keep me fired up for Thursday's
and then Friday was a breeze. As I have grown older though I have
found that Monday through Friday just feel like one very long
day.....
Time just moves at a different pace
when you are older. Our fast paced world just feels like it moves to
quickly. I've always wondered what it must be like for God, He has
no time restraints. A day to Him is as a thousand years and a
thousand years as a day.... confusing to our limited understanding of
time.
With that being said, I cannot imagine
what God must have felt those hours on that one Friday when Jesus
hung on the cross for our sins. For God that must have been torture
knowing that His Son's death would be the defining moment in Earth
time.
When next you feel tired and unable to
keep your head up, know that God is intimately aware of how you feel.
Hang in there!
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