The Love of God

So many little details, and big details that I've been praying about for almost a year - I have seen His guiding hand weaving them all into place. I honestly can't explain how breathtaking it is to see how He's been placing it on other people's hearts to pray for me - placing it on mine to pray things I never thought I'd pray... but then to see Him putting things together and answering even the smallest little detail... I've been amazed.

The thought that has been going through my mind the past couple of weeks is this. He left His throne in glory - came to suffer humiliation, pain, death and most of all, separation from His Holy Father. He allowed the hands He created to nail Him to a cross - and our sins were poured out on Him, and the wrath of God against that sin was poured upon Him too. He did this to redeem us - that we might:

Father, I will that they also, whom thou hast given me, be with me where I am; that they may behold my glory, which thou hast given me: for thou lovedst me before the foundation of the world.
John 17:24

That of itself is more than enough to sing praise for all eternity.

And the really amazing thing is - even though we are completely undeserving of that, much less anything else; He doesn't even stop at Calvary. Even after saving us from the wrath we deserve - He hears and answers our prayers in His will, and works things out to our good. How can I ever praise Him enough?

Almighty, perfect, loving Father... Abba Father... through the blood of Jesus Christ, I am your daughter - and faith has made me whole in You. Thank You Father for making me Yours.


The Love of God

The love of God is greater far
Than tongue or pen can ever tell;
It goes beyond the highest star,
And reaches to the lowest hell;

The guilty pair, bowed down with care,
God gave His Son to win;
His erring child He reconciled,
And pardoned from his sin.

Oh, love of God, how rich and pure!
How measureless and strong!
It shall forevermore endure—
The saints’ and angels’ song.

When hoary time shall pass away,
And earthly thrones and kingdoms fall,
When men who here refuse to pray,
On rocks and hills and mountains call,

God’s love so sure, shall still endure,
All measureless and strong;
Redeeming grace to Adam’s race—
The saints’ and angels’ song.

Could we with ink the ocean fill,
And were the skies of parchment made,
Were every stalk on earth a quill,
And every man a scribe by trade;

To write the love of God above
Would drain the ocean dry;
Nor could the scroll contain the whole,
Though stretched from sky to sky.