Standing at the Cross

I can hardly picture it in my mind without shaking- running my hands down His face, across His nail pierced hands. When I think about the nails driven into His hands for my sins, for your's, I tremble. My mind cannot fathom that kind of love. That kind of forgiveness. Inconceivable.

I can stand knowing I am loved more than I can fathom.

Today I stand forgiven

Thank You for the cross.