I post this story every Easter. It’s what Easter means to me. I hope you enjoy it and enjoy a blessed holiday from our Heavenly Dad.
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I am trapped.
The boulder is heading straight for me. I can’t escape. What good would it do anyway?
I’ve ended up in this exact situation before, too many times before, so why try to get away?
It’s my own stupid fault. I finally get that.
There’s nothing I can do.
I huddle down. How much will it hurt this time? I can’t take much more pain. I am so sorry. So very, very sorry. Not that that matters.
I’m knocked to the ground. But not by the boulder.
A man, a stranger, shoves me out of the way. I twist around to him. The boulder smashes into him and shatters into a pile of rubble, burying him.
I gape. I stare. Why would a stranger save me?
The pile moves. Flinging off the rocks, the man stands up.
I splutter, “B-b-but how? But who? But why?”
Brushing off the dust and dirt, the man gives me a huge grin and answers all my questions with one sentence.
“Dad sent me.”
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