Thank You Jesus

When I was little, my mother pounded into me that I should thank Jesus for everything that was good (and sometimes bad!) in my life. If I got something that I asked for she would say "Thank you Jesus" fully expecting me to follow suit and say it too, which I did. If my prayers were answered, "Thank you Jesus". If I was having trouble starting my car and then it started, "Thank you Jesus". Get in a fight with my siblings, "Thank you Jesus, for giving me a sister that I can play with". Stubbed toes, scraped knees, flowers in the window, clothes for my birthday, what ever it was, mom always made sure that I said "Thank you" to Jesus.

So, it is with my mothers voice resonating in my head that I say "Thank you" to Jesus today. For today, He laid down is life, not just for the good people of the world, but for the lowly sinners such as myself. He did it specifically and individually for each and every one of us, whether we wanted him to or not. Although He asked His Father to spare Him, He did as His Father willed and died the most painful death.

Thank you Jesus.