Exhausted

The Easter Triduum is over...three incredibly important days and I feel as though I missed it, but I was there. My physical participation helped me to realize, on a much smaller scale, how daunting this must have Christ. I feel that my body was pushed to a limit, and even the thought of how His body was pushed makes me tear up in embarrassment of my own selfishness. I kept repeating to myself, "it's all for the glory of God"...and it was beautiful. I think of the blood, sweat, and tears that I put into these three days, but quickly embraced that it was HIS blood, sweat, and tears that this is all about. My job is to help bring people to a fuller understanding of these days, but it is I that was granted a fuller understanding. And then He allows me to include my sufferings to His, on the cross, for the redemption of others, how much more can I be blessed. I am humbled knowing that I think I am doing this for others, but God has really done this for me, and to me. For all, but to me. Thanks be to God!