Perspective

Last night as I was lying down to sleep, I had an unusual thought. It's not like I spend a lot of time ruminating about the crucifixion of Christ. Ha. . . caught you off guard didn't I? So did this line of thought last night. We were in Ardmore and Emily was sleeping with me. As I cuddled up with her, I got some perspective. I have always known that I couldn't fathom the incredible selflessness and love it took for God to send "His only begotton Son" to be laughed at, ridiculed and punished to death for me. I'd never thought about this, not even at Easter, since having Emily. I sat there and held her and for a second . . . I could barely breathe for trying to imagine ever giving Emily up to save someone, anyone else. It was overwhelming.

Talk about perspective in the most unlikely of moments.