I am at a loss for words when I come to the feet of Jesus. When I look at God, I am undone.
Though I don’t see Him clearly, the whole earth is full of His glory, the skies declare His majesty, and He is good beyond all of my measures. My heart beats unnervingly faster when I think about the God who breathed all life into motion, who called the stars and oceans and land to be, who created the sun and the moon and the galaxies, and who existed before time and will exist after.
Who am I when looking at Him?
This God, this all-powerful and all-knowing God, who is far above any created thing, created me in His image and breathed His life into me.
Who am I?
This God, this all-mighty and all-perfect God, chooses to know every fiber of my being, even down to the thoughts I have yet to think. Before a word is on my tongue, He knows it altogether (Psalm 139).
This God, this all-loving and all-merciful God, sent His Son to be born and grow up and live in this world just like me. He gave His Son, knowing that you and I could not and never would be able to make up for the loss and the pain and the sorrow and the sin we’ve committed against God. So He gave Himself up for us, legally justifying us in His sight and wiping away all of the evidence against us, forgiving and adopting us.
Sometimes, I get it, but I don’t get it.
I’m not worth all of this. It can’t be true. It’s insane. It’s unfathomable.
But it is true. Against all odds God came.
Paul’s words are as true now as they were then: “But where sin abounded, grace abounded much more….” (Romans 5:20)
God, in all His majesty and glory, abounds in grace and love for us. To Him, we are worth it all.
This truth compels me to worship, and it wrecks me. I realize nothing else is worth my worship.
Nothing in all the vocabularies of the world is good enough to describe Him. I am at a loss for words, but I’m full of hope.