Day 27 Jesus did what we couldn’t.

Luke 22:42 “Father, if you are willing, remove this cup from me. Nevertheless, not my will, but yours, be done.”

It’s easy to picture Jesus strong—

Walking on water, silencing storms, flipping temple tables.

But it’s harder, and maybe holier, to see Him in the garden.

Not glowing.

Not floating above pain.

But sweating blood.

Alone.

Face down.

Crushed beneath the weight of what was coming.

The One who held galaxies in His hands is now trembling.

And the words that come from His mouth aren’t polished or poetic.

They’re raw.

“Father, if You’re willing… please. Take this from me.”

This isn’t weakness.

This is the truest strength the world has ever seen.

Because in that moment—when Jesus could have walked away,

when He could’ve called down angels,

when He could’ve said, “I’ve done enough”—

He stayed.

He bent His will.

He broke His body.

He chose you.

Not reluctantly.

But resolutely.

Jesus didn’t go to the cross with divine detachment.

He felt it coming. He dreaded it.

He knew the wrath He’d absorb, the loneliness He’d endure, the sin He’d carry.

He asked for another way.

And then He surrendered: “Not my will, but Yours be done.”

Here’s what’s wild.

In that moment, Jesus felt the agony of obedience. But He still walked through it, so you could be free from earning anything.

He drank the cup of wrath so you could drink the cup of grace.

He was broken so you could breathe.

Do Something

Where in your life are you struggling to say, “Not my will, but Yours be done”?

Where are you wrestling, sweating, begging for another way?

Jesus gets it. He’s been there. You don’t have to fake it with Him.

So today—don’t hide your fear. Bring it into the garden.

And remember: He didn’t just die for you. He surrendered for you.

This is not a religion of ladder-climbing. This is a Savior who sweat blood, bore wrath, and crushed legalism in one final breath.

It is finished.

And it all started in a garden, with a Son who said yes to death so you could finally live.