that he should give his only Son to make a wretch his treasure.
How great the pain of searing loss: the Father turns his face away,as wounds which mar the chosen one bring many sons to glory.
…..
Behold the Man upon the cross, my sin upon His shoulders;
ashamed, I hear my mocking voice call out among the scoffers.
It was my sin that held him there until it was accomplished;
His dying breath has brought me life; I know that it is finished.
…..
I will not boast in anything, no gifts, no pow’r, no wisdom;
but I will boast in Jesus Christ, His death and resurrection.
Why should I gain from his reward? I cannot give an answer,
but this I know with all my heart, his wounds have paid my ransom.
-Hymn, How Deep the Father's Love for Us.
This song has been sounding in my head over and over all day long. Every single verse I have laid out an exposition to my life and experience with my walk with God. We just will never comprehend how deep the Father's love for us, because it is vast beyond all measure. And the wounds which broke the chosen one has brought me and you the gift of life and glory.
What if you and I were to remember that when we wake up each morning? Lately, I have realized how more often I do not even think about God when I rise to begin my ambitious days I desire, than the times I do. Love is a battlefield, as Jordan Sparks says. If you are literally in a battle, does a soldier ever forget that at any moment? No. He knows he is in a place that is not home, a place that is hard, and a place that he does not necessarily want to be. A soldier knows and is ready at all times to fight and never forgets his orders. I guess life is just so much easier to live in the physical than the spiritual, because the love God has for us is a battle the enemy fights for us to not see each and every day. And we never recognize it. We don't even remember we have weapons and that we can be prepared at all times. We don't remember that earth is not our forever, it is only but a battleground. We are NOT made to stay here. In his dying breath, Jesus brought me life. I have never been more awakened to that than now. My mornings are sometimes overcome with tears because I literally become overwhelmed with a love from God I have never stepped into before. When that is something you are awakened to each morning, your day becomes so much more significant. Each moment, breath, and conversation is just that: love.
And this I know with all of my heart, soul, and being, that His wounds have paid my ransom. It doesn't quite make sense unless you know love. Begin to know love, and then you find life. A life you should know in which you live in the resurrection of Jesus every single day. Love is a very hard thing to receive. I don't mean the love you receive from your pet, or even from most of the people around you. Love is hard to receive when you keep feeling you don't think you are worth or deserve that kind of love. This is where you can begin to see just how deep the Father's love for us. Yes, we can see it through other people, scriptures, and rhymes, but we still must go beyond even that.
I am not sure where I am really supposed to go with the piece of writing for the first time. This is just something I am beginning to tap into and it is changing me. God is changing everything. It doesn't make sense that He should be that intimate or personal with me, but my God, he thinks otherwise.
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