The ultimate Paradox - Good Friday

In my kitchen, laughter permeates the air. I look around with joy as siblings are reunited. Our eldest is home for Easter and once again, our family is complete.

When my firstborn grabs his brother in a bear hug and slaps him on the back, my mind wraps around what’s been required of Abraham.

I couldn’t do it.

Lord, would you really ask for my child? The pain is too great, the asking too much. Out of the abundance of my heart, I beg you, Lord, anything else.

Silence. Deathly silence.

Over at (in)courage today, I’m sharing about the the ultimate paradox of this day named “Good Friday.”

Join me there as I remember…

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