The Crowning of the King
And the soldiers twisted together a crown of thorns and put it on his head and arrayed him in a purple robe.—John 19:2 (ESV)
You turned my wailing into dancing; you removed my sackcloth and clothed me with joy.—Psalm 30:11 (NIV)
Poet Rainer Maris Rilke said, “If your daily life seems poor, do not blame it; blame yourself, tell yourself that you are not poet enough to call forth its riches; for to the creator there is no poverty and no poor indifferent place.” Make today the day when you call forth the riches of everyday life. Instead of being overwhelmed by your to-do list, move something that will bring you pleasure to the top of your list.
Heavenly Father, I fall into the rut of believing I am stuck or not living my best life. Help me to recognize that with Your help, I can make the best of every situation.
And the soldiers twisted together a crown of thorns and put it on his head and arrayed him in a purple robe.—John 19:2 (ESV)
She did what she could. She poured perfume on my body beforehand to prepare for my burial.—Mark 14:8 (NIV)
When Jesus had spoken these words, he lifted up his eyes to heaven, and said, “Father, the hour has come; glorify your Son that the Son may glorify you.”—John 17:1 (ESV)