Been thinking in just the few hours past about Jesus and the extent of His mission. How He was willing to do whatever it took to accomplish bringing us back to God . . . about what the cross really meant to Him and to us. The enormity of the cross’s bitter, gruesome reality weighs heavy on my heart like the oppressive air of a pre-thunderstorm summer. Strange how the best thing that ever happened to me can at times seem like the heaviest burden.