Have you ever contemplated what it means to be Jesus’ hands and feet? For me, it was spending time actually thinking about them. And one of the last images I have was when He was here on earth, nailed to the cross, dying for my sin.
The same hands that healed and hugged and broke bread, and the same feet that walked mile after mile to teach, took the nails in my place.
That is humbling and beautiful and reminds me that following Jesus and living the way He did comes at a price. It is not easy; there will be struggles, but it is worth it. I know that someday I will see Him face to face, and for that, I am THANKFUL!