By Grace Alone

The real life struggles of a Christian mom

How Deep the Father’s Love August 22, 2009

This summer I studied the attributes of God with a wonderful group of women using “Behold Your God” by Myrna Alexander.  (I highly, highly recommend this study.)  It amazes me how God ordained the events of the summer of 2009 for me and for my family, and He knew exactly what I would need to learn about Him in the midst of those circumstances.  He knows our every need and provides for them all!

One thing that stood out to me from the study is the nature of God’s love toward us.  God is perfectly loving and good, and He also does not and cannot change.  (See Jeremiah 31:3 and Malachi 3:6).  That means that God’s love for you is always exactly the same.  He is just as good to you today as the day He nailed your sin to the cross with His Son.  It is easy to flippantly say, “God is good all the time.”  But honestly, it feels like there are some days that God’s goodness is a little less prevalent in our lives.  With our narrow vision, with our earthly perspective of what is and isn’t good, God’s goodness seems to vary.

But when God tells us about Himself in Malachi 3:6, He says He does not change.  His goodness does not waver.  Nothing can separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus–His perfect, steadfast, unchanging love.

I thought of this today as I was singing “How Deep The Father’s Love For Us.”  This is one of my all-time favorite songs.  It is a powerful reminder of the love God showed when He turned His face away from his dying Son in order to transform rebellious people like me into His sons and daughters.  And He shows me this exact same love and goodness every day of my life.  He is just as loving today as on the day He set me free from sin, guilt, death and hell.  Praise Him for this wonderful truth!

“How Deep the Father’s Love for Us”

Words and Music by Stuart Townend

How deep the Father’s love for us, how vast beyond all measure,

that He should give His only Son to make a wretch His treasure.

How great the pain of searing loss, the Father turns His face away,

as wounds which mar the Chosen One bring many sons to glory.

Behold the Man upon the cross, my sin upon His shoulders;

ashamed, I hear my mocking voice call out among the scoffers.

It was my sin that held Him there until it was accomplished;

His dying breath has brought me life–I know that it is finished.

I will not boast in anything, no gifts, no power, no wisdom;

but I will boast in Jesus Christ, His death and resurrection.

Why should I gain from His reward?  I cannot give an answer,

But this I know with all my heart; His wounds have paid my ransom.