It should’ve been me.

              Those are the haunting words etched into your skull when destinies alter and someone else’s life is cut short. They were sitting in your seat when the bullet was fired. They leapt in the icy waters and pulled you out. They saw the exchange of deaths, they didn’t see—either way, long after the event occurs, the idea lingers. It should’ve been me.

              Or maybe it never happened. You sat in your seat and the trigger was never pulled. The ice never broke through. You go through the motions and see no alternate destiny, so your life leaves no haunting trail of an idea.

Except their was a switching of destinies, wasn’t there? Certainly it was planned from the beginning, but even so, it should’ve, could’ve, and would’ve been you had there not been a most glorious switch between you and the most glorious One. Maybe you’ve known this for years, maybe you haven’t, but it bears the question—does that fact haunt you? Do you go through your day with the words It should’ve been me in the corner of your eye, outlined by thankfulness and joy?

It should’ve been you, but He took your fate and placed it on Himself. He took your punishment—the one you deserved—and died in your place. And suddenly your destiny is full of a future and a hope. Suddenly there is joy beyond the grave, the knowledge of eternal life, all because of the switch of destinies between you and the One who paid it all.

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