LOVE LIFTED ME
There is a depth in the human soul which no earthly comfort can fill. Beneath the noise, beneath the striving, there lies a quiet ache, the weight of separation from God. The Word of God tells us that all we like sheep have gone astray, each turning to his own way (Isaiah 53:6). We did not merely stumble; we departed. We chose distance. And distance from the Life-Giver is death.
Yet the marvel of the Gospel is this: the Lord did not wait for our ascent. He descended.
Love is not first our reaching up to God; it is God bending down to us. While we were still sinners, Christ died for us (Romans 5:8). Here is the fountain of redemption. Not awakened desire. Not spiritual effort. But divine initiative. Love moved first.
And how did it move? In humility.
The Eternal Son emptied Himself, taking the form of a servant, humbling Himself unto death, even the death of the cross (Philippians 2:6-8). Behold the condescension of heaven. The Holy One entering our frailty. The Righteous One bearing our guilt. Love went to the lowest place so that we might be raised to the highest.
We were not weak merely; we were lifeless. The Bible says that God, rich in mercy because of His great love, made us alive together with Christ (Ephesians 2:4-5). Resurrection is not cooperation; it is impartation. The life that now breathes within the believer is Christ’s own life. Love did not simply improve us. Love re-created us.
And this lifting is not only from judgment, but into fellowship. The Gospel assures us there is now no condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus (Romans 8:1). The barrier is removed. The conscience is cleansed. The child stands before the Father, not trembling in fear, but resting in acceptance.
Yet love that lifts also draws us downward in holy surrender. For the more we behold such love, the more we bow. True elevation in Christ is found in deeper humility. As He humbled Himself, so we learn to take the low place of trusting, yielding, abiding. Love does not inflate the soul; it softens it.
O believer, trace every blessing back to this source: eternal love. Before you prayed, He loved. Before you sought, He pursued. Before you rose, He stooped. You were sinking—quietly, helplessly—and Love lifted you.
Let your heart remain there. Not striving to maintain what grace began, but resting in the love that both rescues and keeps. For the hand that raised you will not release you.
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Lord of eternal love, I bow before the mercy that sought me and the humility that saved me. Keep me near the cross and low at Your feet. Let the love that lifted me draw me into deeper surrender and fuller communion with You. Amen.
BDD
