How He Loves

Tonight on the way home from Vacation Bible School I was listening to K-Love, enjoying the peace and quiet of having the car to myself (Caleb had rode home with Holly) and one of my favorite songs came on.  It's How He Loves by the David Crowder Band.  It's a simple song, really, but there are a couple of lines that always give me chill bumps. 

"We are His portion and He is our prize Drawn to redemption by the grace in His eyes
If grace is an ocean, we're all sinking So Heaven meets earth like an unforeseen kiss
And my heart turns violently inside of my chest I don't have time to maintain these regrets
When I think about the way And oh, how He loves us..."

The music swells and I just get caught up in it.  I am His portion?  That amazes me... the Bible says He is our portion, meaning that He is enough.  He is our prize.... and eternal prize.  Drawn to redemption... How I'm drawn.  Redemption, being redeemed, being bought and purchased.  Forgiven and paid for.  If grace is an ocean, we're all sinking.  His grace is more than an ocean, more than the sky, infinite grace, to cover all sins and ensure me that I am loved regardless.  My heart turns violently inside of my chest.  This kind of love sometimes makes it hard to breathe and hard to concentrate because I know I am unworthy.  I don't have time to maintain these regrets... how can I regret anything?  I mean, yes, I was wrong to do things, and I am truly sorry.  All those years are wasted, though, and he said he'd restore the time of the locusts.  So how can I live with regrets when I think of what He did to ensure that I wasn't punished for those acts?  And how can my heart be filled with regrets when it should be filled with an overwhelming love? Love casts out all fear...

Oh, how He loves us.  He loves me... enough to die for me.  Enough to forgive me.  Enough to be enough.  How He loves us... through provision and sacrifice.  How He loves us... through the laugh of a child and the hug of a friend and the soft words of those who comfort us in the time of sorrow.  Through the shadow of a bird in the air or the wind blowing softly through the trees.  Through a rainbow in a sky, the wild lightning or  the drip-drip of rain.  How He loves us...