The special journey

A reflective piece of a difficult journey to remember.

The heat of the sun's rays touched my skin while I was struggling to breathe. The pang of pain suddenly turned excruciating when a rough object hit my spine—a bold action that did not stop me from moving in vain.

I am currently holding this heavy weight—carrying burdens and pains. Many people surround me, following and watching me.

I took a simple glance up at the sky; everything was blurry and slowly vanishing from sight.

My grin formed simply as we reached the destination—a place where I am going to pour my remaining strength and devotion.

Wondering, "What did Jesus really think and feel the time He was here on the cross?"

A Good Friday to remember.