That God should love 'a wretch like me' is something that I really
cannot come to terms with easily.
Why would He bother? - The answer is always, 'But God is
love'.
I'm afraid that just does not help. That God The Son laid down His
life for me is just toooo big.
In the end, I just have to accept His amazing grace and reread
Psalm 51.
As the kiddies sing, 'Our God is a great big
God!'
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