"He drew me up from the pit of destruction, out of the miry bog, and set my feet upon a rock, making my steps secure." Psalm 40:2

Pondering the Father’s Love

It’s been a very interesting day (ok, week). One of those days (weeks) full of both encouragement and discouragement, amongst other conflicting events and emotions. Days like these can certainly stir feelings of restlessness.

Driving home in the rain from a get-together tonight, alone in my car, my heart was impressed once again with the song How Deep the Father’s Love for Us. (You’ve probably noticed that I often have songs on my mind – filling my head with good songs and Scripture gives me plenty of true, pure, lovely things to meditate upon! I highly recommend it!)

Anyway, I was reflecting on the lyrics, and praising God, for He has indeed loved me with a love that’s “vast beyond all measure”, and I remembered something I read recently that touched me afresh. John Owen said in his work Communion With God:

“The love of the Father is the only rest of the soul.”

Isn’t it?! Oh, I hope you know it is! I hope you see that there is no real rest for your soul in anything else. I pray you may be able to comprehend the breadth and length and height and depth, and to know the love of Christ that surpasses knowledge, because Christ dwells in your hearts and you’re rooted and grounded in love — all because of the love of the Father.

I pray that I can comprehend it more, for I’m sure I only understand a small part.

I can’t think of any other thing more worth knowing and pursuing than that.

How deep His love is for His children! Praise God!

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
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 a 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 power, 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

(How Deep the Father’s Love for Us by Stuart Townsend)

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