This entry is going to be short and sweet.
I was thinking today, someone has died for me.
But I haven’t been able to fully grasp it, It’s pretty simple though, someone died so that I could live.
Now twisting it around… If I died so that someone else, or even the whole world, could live I would want them to forever remember how blessed they are to be alive.
And to remember that I did that for them. And maybe every once and a while thank me.
I have felt so very selfish lately. Like I keep looking at how horrible people are to me and how they should be thanking me or the fact that all I want from others is deep down secretly for me.
Now this isn’t ALL the time, I have just been noticing it recently.
Somebody DIED for me. So that I could live. I need to be thankful for what I have, such as the life I am living, and live it the way the person that died for me would have wanted to live it.
For Him.
