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In the beginning of the week I began to break apart my trip to the Holy Land and offer a small glimpse of what I saw and where we visited in correlation with the Scripture.

What is next on ‘my agenda’ was the Garden of Gethsemane, where Christ was in such distress and prayer his sweat came as drops of blood.

This is the ACTUAL garden that Jesus wept.

The Agony in the Garden.Then Jesus came with them to a place called Gethsemane, and he said to his disciples, “Sit here while I go over there and pray.” He took along Peter and the two sons of Zebedee, and began to feel sorrow and distress. Then he said to them, “My soul is sorrowful even to death. Remain here and keep watch with me.”

He advanced a little and fell prostrate in prayer, saying, “My Father, if it is possible, let this cup pass from me; yet, not as I will, but as you will.”

When he returned to his disciples he found them asleep. He said to Peter, “So you could not keep watch with me for one hour? Watch and pray that you may not undergo the test. The spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak.”

Withdrawing a second time, he prayed again, “My Father, if it is not possible that this cup pass without my drinking it, your will be done!”

Then he returned once more and found them asleep, for they could not keep their eyes open. He left them and withdrew again and prayed a third time, saying the same thing again. Then he returned to his disciples and said to them, “Are you still sleeping and taking your rest? Behold, the hour is at hand when the Son of Man is to be handed over to sinners. Get up, let us go. Look, my betrayer is at hand.”

What the actual crown of thorns looked like that awaited Jesus.

On Wednesday morning I received news of a horrible accident. A longtime childhood friend of mine was at the hospital with her 11 year old son in a coma in critical condition. Immediately I went to her. The grief she wore resembled that of Christ in the garden. As ANY mother would pray, “If it is possible take this cup!!! Don’t let my son die.”

There were no words to comfort. Only prayers.

I’ve watched a HOLY transformation of the SPIRIT come over my friend in the past 24 hours. She has been literally LIVING in His Word and holding on to His promises. Her son is still in extreme critical condition and a miracle is needed and she is believing.

On Wednesday before I found out about my friend’s son I gave a ‘reflection’ for our Cornerstone Scripture Study on the prophecies of Zephaniah and Habakkuk. The main theme was why is there evil in this world and how has God stepped in to help us overcome? I was listening to the message again and my skin prickles at the touch of the Holy Spirit. There is no such thing as ‘coincidence’ but GOD-incidence.

I thought my ‘challenge’ was tough…but after spending a day face to face with a mother’s grief it put it into a clearer perspective. I need to heed my own words – CHOOSE HOPE. CHOOSE GOD. CHOOSE HIS PROMISES.

Hold on the Promises