Love So Deep

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.

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.

This beautiful song by Stuart Townend rang in my mind each time I woke up during the night. Amazingly comforting!

Yesterday was amazing too, on a different level. No "taxol flu." I worked all day, got a lot done, and felt well into the evening. How can I thank you for your prayers? And how can I thank God for his goodness?

A "late" Christmas letter came yesterday from a dear younger pastor friend. No! No! No! my heart shouted, as we learned that he's preparing for cancer surgery. There's just too much of that, it seems. But I also have good news. My second cousin's husband, who has been battling cancer most of the year, is now cancer-free. And she reports that her painful leg sores, which had drained copiously for four months, have dried up and feel better. That's a wonderful answer to prayer.

Have a blessed weekend.

Carol