Pit of Grace

Reading an ancient text this morning provoked great thought and understanding.

God has lifted my soul and body from a cold, empty pit; where despair was my friend and darkness my arena; in which, with flailing arms I attempted to cling to the walls of the pit as not to fall any further… but deeper I went. In all this though, my God was there waiting for me; knowing where I had fallen from, knowing where I was at, and knowing where I would be.

Will He then draw me out and set me in a puddle to splash about? Or will He place me in the depths of the ocean of Grace of His Love; where being lost is being found; firmly secured, suspended on all sides, with no strings attached?

I am assured of the later. This totally crazed God; absolute in everything; this furiously passionate God loves you and me. Mostly, just because, we, at least I, in my filth and in the middle of my short falls, am and could never be worthy of Him.

This is why He is here…