I believe that Jesus died on that cross with my name, Jessica Ann Gourley, on His lips. I believe that He died for us to gain new life. I know it sounds a little generic, something that we've all been taught, its a "sunday school lesson". I feel that we, as adults, tent to loose sight of that at times. We all know that He loves us, but do we really think on it, and understand it like we should? In a book that I'm reading by Nancy Ortberg; Looking for God, an unexpected journey through tattoos, tofu, and pronouns, she explains how God revealed that true love to her. Its a long story, so I won't quote her. But it comes back to the cross, think with me for a second. Think of the love you have for your children, husbands/ wives, parents, siblings, and friends. Think of the joy and pride you feel when they accomplish something big. I'm thinking of the overwheming joy and excitement I felt when my three year old neice, Natalie, asked if I loved Jesus. When I said yes she got this big, silly smile on her face and grabbed my neck, pulled me in for hugs and kisses and replyed, "Good Exsica, me too!! I love heem sooo much!!".  It brought me to tears.  That joy, pride, excitement, and love I had (still have for all my neices) is only a fraction of how God feels for us. I believe that on that cross hung a picture of the perfect love. Jesus wipped me clean of all of my pain, anger, rebellion, and all that came with it, when he hung there. I believe that Jesus died so that I would be forgiven.