I understand why it’s called Good Friday. And I get the irony of it. But most of all, I’m so very grateful for what Jesus did for me.
As I pondered Good Friday and the sacrifice that Jesus made all those years ago, the Holy Spirit whispered to my heart.
He said, “What if you were to think of those days that you made sacrifices for your husband as ‘good’ days?” {I’m especially referring to those sacrifices that feel monumental.}
I stopped in my tracks (mentally, at least) and realized that I needed not only to understand it is God’s will for me to love sacrificially, but that those sacrifices are good!
For years, I’ve made the choice to love sacrificially…I’m not perfect at it, but I have developed a consistency that is only by God’s grace. I’ve even given up asking this question: “Why do I have to be the one to change and not him?”
I’ve grasped the idea that the outcome of sacrificial love will be one that brings glory to God.
But this, to me, is something new. In the midst of a sacrifice I can remind myself that for my marriage, it’s a good day! In the middle of it. On that day. Not a day or two later, after much (internal) wailing and gnashing of teeth.
And if you’re wondering what verses you can “hang your hat on” for this concept, try these in Proverbs 31:11-12
Her husband has full confidence in her
and lacks nothing of value.
She brings him good, not harm,
all the days of her life.
I can record the days, the dates, and the times in my journal so that in the future, I can look back at a series of good days that have given birth to good results in our marriage.
I can have my own “Good Friday” or Saturday, or Sunday…you get the idea.
I feel the Spirit drawing me deeper, enticing me to look at my life with new eyes. I believe that the outcome will be greater joy, more peace, more of God’s will manifest in my life. And, best of all, I feel the promise of a more intimate relationship with my Daddy.
Do you want to join me?
With love,
Rebecca
