Glorious and humbling. Who am I that I should be chosen? I am but dust. Praise be to God, glory!
This is all my hope - not that I should choose Him, but that He chose me. I love Him but He loved me first - even when I was still an enemy of God, lost in my sins... totally incapable of choosing Him... yet, not because of anything in me, nothing to the cross I bring - even my faith itself is a precious gift of grace. That I should be numbered among the elect... That I should have that incomprehensibly beautiful light of the gospel shown on my dead, dark soul, and be made alive! Never to be lost - for even the work I do, it's not me that lives - but Christ that lives in me! I am His, and can never be lost.
I GLORY in the truths of TULIP. These truths are all my hope and stay - because they tell me of the glorious, sovereign love of Christ for me.
Though the fig tree should not blossom,
nor fruit be on the vines,
the produce of the olive fail
and the fields yield no food,
the flock be cut off from the fold
and there be no herd in the stalls,
yet I will rejoice in the Lord;
I will take joy in the God of my salvation.
God, the Lord, is my strength;
he makes my feet like the deer's;
he makes me tread on my high places.
To the choirmaster: with stringed instruments.
Habakkuk 3:17-19