In the midst of Passion Week. The tension builds. Jesus has been preaching and teaching just has he has all along throughout his ministry. I wonder what his disciples were thinking as they faced the final days of their journey with him? I wonder if they even had the slightest idea of what was about to happen? I highly doubt they did, it always seems like the disciples had a veil covering their eyes most of the time. But Jesus, he knew. He knew His time on earth was almost up. And he had so much left to tell the people.

Have you ever truly stopped to think about what those words in red in your Bible mean? Jesus Christ actually said those words. The whole of Scripture is God-breathed and inspired, truth, but those words came directly from Jesus' mouth. He spoke those straight to your heart and to mine. He had our faces in the back of his mind when he gave the sermon on the mount. He taught us how to live. He gave us a pretty narrow road to follow. But he also invited us to travel it with him right by our sides. No, closer yet, within our hearts through the Holy Spirit. Pretty neat, huh?

Sometimes I get goosebumps when I think about Jesus saying those words to directly for my benefit. He knew the trials I would face. He knew the temptations the devil would and will throw at me. He knew which ones I would succumb to and which I would overcome. And I am so thankful he has forgiven me all of my shortcomings. He knew then that I would be imperfect, and he loved me just the same. He continued down the dusty road to the cross knowing how I would shame him. Knowing how much sin would be in my life. What love.

Jesus Christ. No words can even begin to offer enough praise and worship and gratitude.

On this cold day, I am about to cuddle up on our super comfy loveseat and enjoy a cup of hot vanilla tea with my man, he of course drinking hot chocolate. Mmmm vanilla tea, nothing better. With a good dollop of honey and just a drop of milk... perfection. Add a good book and my man sitting across from me, it's a perfect evening. I am all snuggled up in my sweatshirt from junior high cheerleading! It has always been one of my favorites, with the big embroidered "B" on the front with "cheerleader" over top of it. I always thought it looked like the old classic cheerleader uniforms. It's warm and cozy and after standing in the cold for half and hour after giving Peter my sweatshirt at this soccer practice (because he refused to wear long sleeves of pants). So after a horribly chilly afternoon at the park watching the U10 soccer team sass off to their coach for an hour, I am finally home sweet home.

Nothing better than a good cup of tea on a cold, dreary evening.