How deep the Father’s love for us,
How vast beyond all measure
That He should give His only Son
To make a wretch His treasure.
Continually I stand amazed at the deep, deep love of God for the likes of me,
That He would pursue me like the Hound of Heaven until He found me.
Not to punish me for all my sins, mistakes, errors, faults and failures.
But because God is love and love comes from God.
And He wanted to lavish that upon me, pour it out like honey,
like rain on parched ground, like bread to the starving soul.
This is it. He loves. That is who He is.
And I am the beloved, the apple of His eye.
Can I grasp that? Can I live like I am loved?
Wouldn’t that change everything?
Sunday Grace, friends.