Remind me.

I thank you, Lord Jesus.

For when you descended to the depths of Sheol you brought my junk with you

You brought with you the part of me that wants to promote myself through my parenting

You took with you the way I count beans with my husband

You went down with my trappings of appearance

You lugged my endless battle of idealism

You sank under my wasted time on social media
You descended with my tendency to find flaws in everything and everyone

You carried my pride. My doubt.  My jealous heart

The weight of my filth crushed you, like an anchor
Dropping you into the deepest grave of all.

The effortless way that I give into myself over and over again

Pushed you down further, deeper, and held you there

And you left it there 

You did battle for me

Because you went, I will never have to

Please. 

Remind me, that when you rose, I rose

I stepped out of that grave with you.  Unblemished

Clothed in white, no longer sitting in my own filth

Clean because you did my laundry

Remind me, it's already done

Let my little life exhaust itself in gratitude

My hands become calloused in thankfulness

Not because I need to prove myself to you

But because it is finished.

Thank you Jesus.