A Love Worth Dying For

I've been listening to Andy Orsow's "Loved by the Son". It's such a beautiful song. The chorus goes like this:

You took my soul and you breathed it to life

And I had no idea I was dead 'til that night

When you reached down your hand

And told me no lies

And I learned what it was to be loved by the Son

I just can't believe that Jesus would save me, that He chose me specifically, individually. He reached down to this pit I was in, this death that would have consumed me forever, and said, "No. I am not content with this. I will not have this."

Who am I that He would die for me?

God's love is so magnificent that it is able to encompass all mankind, yet His love responds to who I am, because He loves me personally, and He chose me.

It's more than just this blanket, general effect. "Alright guys, gather 'round. Okay, I love you all." No. He's like, "I love you, Adrian. And I love you... And I love you... more than you'll ever know. Despite the things you do, and the ways in which you break My heart, I love you. Regardless."

I am significant.

He saw it all. My darkest hours. How far I run away from Him. And He died for me with that knowledge. He said, "Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do. If only they knew... if only they knew how much I loved them, how far I'm willing to go to save them, that I would give myself in their place so that they never have to."

That's the kind of love I'm willing to lay my life down for. This love has set me in motion. I will pick up my cross and follow Jesus to the end of my days. I will never look back. I will walk until my legs can no longer carry me and I have exhausted every single heartbeat.

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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.