This morning, I stepped on a razor that had fallen to the floor in our bathroom. The cut was deep, and the pain was sharp.
But through the pain, one thought kept coming to me:
I’m thankful it was me.
I’m grateful they don’t know what this feels like.
And then it hit me: This must be what Jesus felt on the cross.
"I’m thankful it was me. I’m thankful my children don’t know this pain, this agony, this suffering."
If I could go back and choose who stepped on that razor in my bathroom, I would still choose me — every single time — to spare my children.
And that’s exactly what Jesus did for us. He chose the cross. He endured the ultimate pain so that we could be spared.
Out of His deep love for us, He bore the suffering, saying, in effect,
“I’m thankful it was me.”