The Love of My God

The Love that my God has for me, is the Love that breaks every chain. It is the Love that is perfect and casts out fear. The Love that would die for His enemy, and the same Love, so great and powerful, death could not hold. The Love that my Savior has for me, drove Him to the cross and kept Him silent like a lamb as the world turned against Him and rejected Him. His Love for me was so great that He took God’s entire wrath so that I would not have the wrath of God poured out upon me. The Love so great that while I was His enemy, when I was at my worst, when I was the least desirable, He died for me. He humbly came into the world that He created as a servant because He loved me. Because of the great love that He loved me, He died for me. Because of the great love that God loved me, He sent His only Son to die for my sin. His Love is so great that He wants me. He wants me when I am broken, lame, ashamed, tired, trampled, weary, and hopeless. He loves me so much that He fixes my brokenness and lameness by replacing it with new life. His Love casts away shame and gives me boldness to be unashamed. His Love gives me rest and peace. His Love is my hope.
One would scarcely die for a righteous person, and one would even dare die for a good person. Who would die for the poor or the sick? Who would even die for an enemy! My Savior died for me when I was His enemy! My Healer loved me when I was sick and poor! He made me well and gave me indescribable riches! He loved me when I was His enemy, and to prove it, He died for me. His Love was so great, so holy, so perfect, so righteous that death could not hold it. Death could not overcome His Love. His Love conquers death. His love breaks walls unseen. His Love splits the heart and moves. His Love is unstoppable. His Love, I don’t deserve, but He gives it freely and abundantly. I guess that’s what you call grace, and I am drowning in it. I am overwhelmed by it. His Love is strong. His Love holds me. When I see Him and run to Him, before I can make it to Him, He runs out to meet me. His arms hold me and comfort me. His warm embrace comforts me and breaks me. His Love humbles me. His Love, my God’s Love, my Savior’s Love, is perfect.