Mili Inspires

Today, the earth is still. The heavens mourn.

Today, we remember the moment history split in two—because of love.

Good Friday isn’t just about what happened to Jesus.

It’s about what He chose to carry—for you. For me.

He didn’t flinch when the nails pierced His hands.

He didn’t turn away when the weight of sin crushed His body.

He stayed.

He bore the shame, the guilt, the brokenness… so we wouldn’t have to.

“It is finished.”

Three words that still echo through eternity.

Not words of defeat—but declaration. Completion. Triumph.

Because He suffered, I can stand.

Because He was wounded, I can be healed.

Because He died, I can live again.

At the cross, my Savior bore it all—so I could see another day.

And how dare we take that for granted?

How dare we treat the cross as a side note when it’s the very reason we have breath in our lungs and hope in our hearts?

Good Friday calls us to remember.

To return to the sacred.

To pause and bow low.

Not just in sorrow—but in reverence.

Because what looked like death was really the doorway to life.

So today, I lay it all at the cross.

My burdens. My questions. My pain. My praise.

Because if Jesus could endure that, then surely He is worthy of my everything.

It is finished… but His glory has only just begun.