I had some quiet moments with Jesus again. So many thoughts racing on my mind and I decided to pen it down. Eventually, I wrote a long letter to Jesus. Thank you Jesus for dying on the cross for me, for the sufferings and accusation and pain. Though, the cross I am carrying now, is nothing compared to yours, I could understand the abandonment, the betrayal and the spitting on my face.
This Easter, I choose forgiveness. I choose love. I choose peace. I choose not to be affected by the accusation, by the hurts. By doing so, I render them powerless. I will rise up to the occasion. Your shoutings won't hurt me anymore. Your accusation don't mean a thing. I choose not to react.
I pray for you, only because God is so good to me.
I choose God. I choose to reign with Him. That's all that matters.