Jesus, sometimes I DONT get you.
Jesus I have been taught all my life that you were God, that you were His Son, that you being God came to earth to die on a cross for me, and that was the point of everything that you ever did. But the thing is.... I don't get how you could have possibly done that. How did you look at a woman at a well and knowing every sin, every single thing that she has ever done wrong look at her and offer her life? How in the moment where your friend had been dead for 4 days, how did you ask him to walk to you? How did you pray a prayer for us and told God that His will was more important, that what He wanted was more important? How did you hang on that cross and at the same time sustain the hand that drove the nails into yours? How did you look up and in the midst of being utterly forsaken, ask the Father for their forgiveness? I don't know how you could do that, how in the world did you do all of that and look at me, and say, that you wanted me, that you were still willin