The God of creation is beyond gracious. In His perfection, He reaches down from his heavenly throne, into the mire of sin and death, withdrawing me His redeemed child. How does one deserve such love? That is the beauty-I do not deserve it, nor does anyone deserve this gracious gift of life and redemption.
I am bogged down in the muck that entangles my spirit. I wallow in lies and vomit anger and bitter resentment, yet He hugs me close. I easily believe the lies and yet His grace abounds; my spirit is incredibly humbled and grateful. I doubt, yet He persists. I look to all other forms of fulfillment, yet He patiently waits. He is my friend, compatriot, lover, and gracious father....He is my Jesus.