I have been reading the New Testament for the last couple weeks.
Tonight, I read John 17. It blew my mind.
Somehow, in all of my 32 years, I have never read this particular chapter of the Bible. While I feel a bit ashamed to admit that, there's something wonderful about the fact that up until tonight, it was unknown to me.
Tonight, I have been struggling with exhaustion, hunger, emotions, and a super stubborn "threenager," overtired 18 month old, and an ornery almost five-year old. I couldn't wait to open my Bible and read onward from John 7 until I felt like I was done.
John 17 is my resting point. For those who haven't read it before either, or would like to now, I will paste it at the end.
The summary is that Jesus is about to be crucified and He's praying to God. He's praying over His own life, and for that of His disciples after He is gone.
But, as you read, you realize He is also praying for you.
Or as it really hit me, He's praying for ME.
Lowly little me, thousands of years before I even walked this earth, read this chapter, and realized it.
How intense is that?
Yes, shortly before His crucifixion, He prayed for my life. He prayed for my life because He knew I existed long before I existed. He loved me then, just as He loves me now.
As much as I love to write, at this moment, I cannot form the words to describe how amazing, wonderful, surreal, absurd, humbling, overwhelming, awe-inspiring, terrifying, miraculous, and exhilarating that is to realize. It's the first time I REALLY ever embraced what I have known for years (that He knew me before I existed and loved me forever)... reading His prayer.
So, here I will leave you with the chapter, the New Living Translation version, and I will let you feel for yourself.