During the time in my life, before you won my trust and stole my heart, I would frequently lose myself in pondering the mystery and confusion of you. It scared me to think of the magnitude of creation and how small and insignificant it made me feel.
I was oblivious to the righteous workings of your character and had no idea that I played a role in all you have done. I supposed grace and mercy were an extension of your love. Yet in my wounded state, I believed the goodness of God was only available to those whom you recognized as having worth and value, not simply in the eternal kingdom that awaited, but in the day-to-day grind of life. How did I fit into your plan? What was my value?
It was in the darkest season of my life that I found you waiting to heal and restore me to a life that would reconstruct the pain of my past by replacing it with the free gift of a Father's sacrificial love. No longer am I made small by the magnitude of creation.
Creation was designed to be subject to your image-bearers. So I stand in victory over the enemy's deceptive attempts to rob me of the sovereign power of my inheritance.
"The works of the LORD are great, Studied by all who have pleasure in them" (Psalm 111:2)
