You loved me...

First.

Your love came first.

Before the world began,

Before there were rules,

agendas and even plans.

Now,

"Was it my broken heart that lead me straight to You?
Was it your broken hands that I can not refuse?
Was it my emptiness or was it your empty tomb that pointed me home, pointed
Me home, to you?"

It was Your love, the way that You sought me out, the way that you pursued me. You called me out. You said this one's mine. You waited at the door of my heart until I let you in. 

I'm falling more in love, discovering more about your grace. I'm learning that there is nothing in the world that I could've done and nothing that I can do to make you love me more or less. I'm finding that when You say that You'll never leave, though there may be times when you feel far away, You will never leave my side. 

Your grace is so beautiful. I stand amazed. Your love is enough for me, Jesus. Thank you that you saved me. That you came for me. I could never repay you for all that You've done and You say, "Just receive, just receive. Receive my love and grace." 

You took my place... and that is more than anything I could ever ask for.