Today is Good Friday. I think that today should be celebrated just as much as Sunday because the impact of Jesus' obediance in His life and death is the reason why I live and celebrate life. It's hard for me to think that 2000 years ago on this day Jesus was suffering for my sin. He was being beaten, spit on, falsely accused, and hung on a cross for me. I often think that if I would have been the only one with sin on this earth, I would have been the lone woman standing at the 3 crosses screaming "Crucify Him" and nailing those nails into His hands and feet. And He would have looked at me with loving, forgiving eyes and would have died just for me. It's hard for me that today is named Good Friday. Today is a painful day for me. I know that Jesus was dying, thinking of me, loving me and hoping that one day I would see that love.