Grace that knows no ends

My god. It might seem so far fetched for you to save a wretch like me, but in your grace you set me free. I once was lost in my sin but you came and made me a better man. And I know I mess up but I'm doing the best I can, and still you pour love on me. I know I don't deserve it and I sometimes ask why it's even there, but if i got what was fair I would suffer in my own despair. I don't deserve much. I know I don't. And it's stupid for me to live my life with such a high sense of entitlement. And I know it was your mercy and love that spared me from your wrath and judgment, but I forget that on a daily basis. I don't want to sound like I'm saving face, but in the mundanity of life I only focus on my strife instead of seeing how right and good you are to me and humanity. You sent your son to take my iniquities on the cross. He who was blameless took my sin and mess so that I might have a personal relationship with you. My god. You are awesome. You are amazing. I'm sure you understand my questioning especially when I do so much soul searching to see how humanly and ugly I truly am. And I just ask, God, why would you even want to save someone like me? Wouldn't it have been easier to just start over? And then you silence me and quiet my anxieties and say how proud you are of me and how much you love me and that you find great pleasure in me. I might be messed up and I may not have everything together, but god, you want me. You love me. And you are doing all you can so that I can see who you are and how great and majestic you are.