About three o'clock Jesus cried out in a loud voice, "Eli, Eli, lema sabachthani?" which means, "My God, my God, why have you abandoned me?" Matthew 27:46 In the shadow of the cross, amidst the scorn and agony, Jesus, our Savior, faced the unspeakable. His flesh was torn, His spirit burdened, and His heart heavy with the weight of the world's sins. In the depths of His suffering, He sought comfort from His Father, the One who had sent Him on this sacred mission of redemption. Yet, in this dire moment, the response from the heavens was a profound silence. This silence was not a mark of abandonment, nor a sign of a Father's indifference. It was a holy pause in the divine narrative, a testament to the gravity of the sacrifice being made. The silence spoke volumes of a love so pure and a plan so perfect that it required the Son to endure separation so that we might never have to. Christ, in His infinite wisdom and boundless love, did not waver, did not doubt. He embraced the silence, knowing it was a crucial chapter in the story of our salvation. Just as Jesus trusted in the silence, we too are called to hold firm in our faith when God's voice seems distant. In the quiet, in the moments where we search for answers and hear nothing in return, God is still present, still working. His silence is not a void but a space for us to grow in trust and to cling to the promises written in His Word. Let us remember that the God who was silent on the day of crucifixion is the same God who rolled away the stone from the tomb. In His silence, there is a divine purpose, and in His time, all will be revealed. So let us take heart and trust in the silent work of our Sovereign Lord, for even in the quiet, His love for us speaks louder than words. 🙏🏿✨️🙌🏾

If He forgave me— I have to forgive me. Thank You Jesus for your forgiveness and cleansing of sins. Holy Spirit, help me walk this out with purity and obedience!!!

I leave behind my regrets. I leave behind my mistakes. I leave behind my shame. I leave behind my guilt. I leave behind my past. The Word of the Lord stands forever — I AM washed, redeemed and being sanctified.

What comes to your mind when you think about Christ? I think about eternal life— like 😌🤍 Death is NOT the end!? What do you meannn?? I think about Him walking out of that tomb. I think about His perfection

God… it’s me again. And I’m coming to You exactly how I am… not strong, not polished, not pretending. My heart feels heavy this morning. Hurt feels loud. Disappointment feels fresh. And I’m tired of carrying pain like I’m supposed to be okay. So here I am, Lord. No mask. No fancy words. Just truth. Please hold what I can’t fix. Heal what I don’t even have language for. And sit with me in this ache instead of rushing me past it. You said in Psalms 34:18 that You are close to the brokenhearted… so if You’re close, God, I need to feel You right now. Help me release what I keep replaying. Help me stop blaming myself for wounds I didn’t cause. Help me trust that this pain is not pointless and that You are not finished with me. Today, give me: - peace that doesn’t make sense - strength that doesn’t come from me - gentleness with myself - and the grace to take today one breath at a time If I can’t be joyful, let me be honest. If I can’t be strong, let me be held. If I can’t see the lesson yet, let me still trust You. Cover my mind from spiraling. Guard my heart from bitterness. And remind me… over and over… that I am still loved, still chosen, still safe with You. I don’t need all the answers this morning. I just need You. So I give You my hurt. I give You my tears. I give You today. Amen. 🙏🏽🤍