Jesus loves me. He loves my Martha works and Mary worship. He even loves me when I come empty-handed and bound. While I was a sinner, Christ died for me (Romans 5:8). He comes to me when I can’t go to Him. He comes to me when I have nothing to give. He sacrificed His blood and life.
Grace defies my self-defeating thinking.
There is no formula to living a purpose-driven life. If I do steps 1 through 3, I’ll be okay. I can’t just run through the steps. I have to run toward God.
Grace needs to penetrate my self-condemning mind. Perfect love (1 John 4:18) speaks of me finally driving out my insecurity, which is rooted in fear of punishment. And I pray that I, being rooted and established in love, may have power, together with all the saints, to grasp how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ, and to know this love that surpasses knowledge—that I may be filled to the measure of all the fullness of God (Ephesians 3:17-19).
Let God love me and let myself live in love with Him. God’s love seems too good to be true! But it is good and it is true.