“Why do they call it Good Friday then, Mom? It should be called Sad Friday.”
Tears stung my eyes as I thought on what my little girl had just asked.
“Well, because it was good for us. Without Jesus’ death on the cross there wouldn’t be a way for us to go to Him in Heaven.”
The back seat was quiet as gratefulness filled our vehicle.
Gratefulness for Jesus’ sacrificial love that He showed us by dying on the cross all of those years ago.
Gratefulness for His blood that He shed for me, my husband, my children and you.
Gratefulness for the power that He possessed to defeat death, hell and the grave once and for all.
And gratefulness that I am His and He is mine.