The God who reigns in Heaven felt the lash of the Roman's whip.

The Lord who spoke planets and nebulas, ocean deeps and platypuses into being had nails driven into His hands.

The Almighty who knew you before you were formed in your mother's womb hung upon a crudely made cross.

For you.

Don't you *ever* give into the thought that you are unloved and unwanted. Christ, the Word through whom all things were created, willingly underwent torture and an excruciating death rather than be without you.

No one has ever been more loved and wanted than you.

Rest in that love.

Rejoice in that love.

Share that love, beloved of God.

--Beth Haynes Butler