When I think about the LORD and the overwhelming benefits upon me bestowed, there become too many to number.
Blood bought. Bought with so great a price, I become priceless. The unredeemed granted total redemption. The unrepentant plunged into repentance.
A life, a soul, a vapor, granted eternal purpose. A flower vibrantly blooming, destined to fade, given place in the garden of God's great grace.
Eternal hope, eternal peace, and purpose for eternity given. Bestowed not just freely but abundantly, lavished upon one not deserving of the least of graces, the least of helps, the least of gifts.
His blood poured out, not a drop spared in redemption of my soul. My soul, blackened, poisoned, made to perish; with a mere drop would be made whole. But far from solitary drop, I am plunged into the stain-cleansing, life-giving blood of my LORD and Savior. Not merely healed or made whole, I am resurrected indeed, made alive from death, wrested from its inescapable bonds, eternally freed to joy and rejoice in the very definition of life itself.