GUILTY
God & my family stood by waiting for my return. It was costly as my husband developed rheumatoid arthritis & was terribly ill. I had prayed “Give me back respect for him & I will go back & so it was his courage at this time that renewed my respect for him. I had to carry my own sin & guilt to the cross for Jesus to cleanse it in His blood, this was why He had died. He took the punishment for every rotten thought & deed of mine & mankinds. I was guilty, not Him.

In one of my sons DJ magazines this young mans face stopped me in my tracks. He looked the way I had felt-as if I had nailed Jesus to the cross myself. “YET IT WAS THE WILL OF THE LORD TO BRUISE HIM; HE HAS PUT HIM TO GRIEF; WHEN HE MAKES HIM AN OFFERING FOR SIN.”