When I think of resurrection I think of change. It helps me remember how I went from being a enemy of God to a friend of God through the shedding one Jesus’ blood. It helps me to remember the day I said my final yes and never turned back.
The cross and its affects on me were not realized until I saw how through knowing Jesus I have overcome so much. When he died he gave me a right to become the daughter of a King. He literally invited me into the family and I am now related because of His blood.
He in His dying for us, gave us power over everything that held power over us, even death, hell, and the grave. Quite honestly, I haven’t enough space to tell you how He has made a difference for me, but one thing I know is that I have been changed and it’s the best thing anyone has ever done for me.