He pleaded in those final moments in the garden of Gethsemane. He prayed over and over, clutching the ground in perspiration. Sweat tainted with blood dripping down His face. He was in agony...why? Because of me. I did this to Him. My burdens..my sins.. Caused this pain. Oh, as He staggered down the pathway, with the cross heavy on His body, stumbling and falling to the ground , weak with pain. His words echoing in my head as I relive those moments He went through. As each swing of the whip seared His back, I can't envision Him crying out but holding His pain inside,grimacing with each lash..His pain silent. The whip echoing across the courtyard. I want to run across the distance between us, flinging my body over His. I am not worthy, my Lord. I am so unworthy of Your love. These nails that pierced Your skin..oh my Father..I'm not worthy of it. The crown embedded into your head..I'm not worthy of it. As you forgive me of my sins in your final moments..asking for our forgiveness..I'm not worthy.
Can I give my life to replace Yours? Is it too late. No..it isn't. Right now I can give my life to You..to do all I can to repay You even a fraction of what you have done for me. I need to pray more..on my knees, pleading to not lose focus. To trust in each step I take. My life isn't mine anymore, after all. It is Yours. So many times I forget this, but tonight I was reminded. Never forget those last hours You went through....for me.
Do I trust someone with my life after they did all that..for me? Absolutely. My dearest Lord Jesus..I say the same words You said that evening in the garden, with a smile on my face, my arms outstretched to You..at perfect peace.
"May your will for me be done"
I urge you to also read about His walk during His last days. The earnest prayers He sent upwards as a reminder of how we should be in our times of struggles. A reminder, also, of how much He went through for you and for me. God is BIG..we just tend to forget it at times.
Then Jesus went about 50 steps away from them. He knelt down and prayed, "Father, if you are willing, please don’t make me drink from this cup.But do what you want, not what I want.” Then an angel from heaven came to help him. Jesus was full of pain; he struggled hard in prayer. Sweat dripped from his face like drops of blood falling to the ground