We are Isaac

I was talking with sister Breanna today at Starbucks about Genesis 22 (the sacrifice of Isaac), and there were some thoughts raised from that.
First the symbolism of Abraham, Isaac, and the ram.
I just envisioned the situation, and connected with Abraham and Isaac. I've had to give up parts of my life, my entire life, for that matter, for the sake of Christ.

I connected more with Isaac though.

Isaac was supposed to die.
Isaac was supposed to be sacrificed to God by Abraham out of a sign of submission, fear, and Love.
But he was spared.
I was spared.
I was Isaac.
I was supposed to die.

God, (Abraham), was supposed to strike me down with His perfect judgment, but instead, out of love, He provided His son as the substitute, (the ram).

I see Isaac staring up at His father, knife in hand, preparing to strike his son down. Tears rolling down his face, both of them are crying. And then, the angel steps in, and God provides a ram. Abraham cuts his sons bidings, and they stand there, sacrificing the provided ram. Isaac looks at the blood running down the stone, and can't help but shake.
"That was supposed to be me; I was supposed to die. That beautiful sacrifice took my place".
Isaac thanks God and worships Him who gave Him a second chance. He gave Isaac life.

He gave us life. Lets not take it badly.
We were bought with a price. His blood covers us.
We are living in His stead, we are His.
We are His sons and daughters.

I don't know, but I just thought that was beautiful.