Sometimes I wonder what was going on in the heavens on the second day before Jesus rose on the third day. So many different things could’ve been going on in the heavenly realm and even down below.
All I know is Jesus died on the cross and rose again three days later. I like to think it was specifically for me. He sacrificed His blood for me. Every drop of blood that fell from Him was so I don’t have to die in my sin.
He died so I can live. It’s the simple truth. When He rose from the grave, I received power to live the way God intended me to live. Thanks to Jesus, I can now have a relationship with God freely. I don’t have to live in fear of where I will spend eternity. Three days later, I have hope. I have peace. Most of all, I have love.