One of those rare posts that doesn't mention Madeline or my infinite celebrity knowledge

At church on Sunday, the worship pastor spoke briefly on finding the purpose for our pains.

It's a message I feel like I've heard a million times. OK, maybe just a hundred thousand times but still, I thought I had heard it plenty of times.

"Yeah, yeah, there are reasons why we go through hard times in this life, yada, yada, yada. Hmmm, what should we have for lunch?"

I'm just being real.

But then he said something that would have snapped my head around if I had been staring at the person behind me. (Which I wasn't, just to make that clear.)

"Jesus went through incredible pain while He was here. And the purpose for His pain is you."

While I've heard that message many times over also, that order of words moved me.

It's easy for me to forget that what Jesus went through really happened. It's not just a story in a really long book with weird words like "begat" and "hallowed." He experienced real pain, real torment, real agony. For me. For you.

It's easy for me to forget that I'm really, truly saved by a Savior. And He loves me enough to give me a purpose.

Love that. Love Him.