How Deep the Father's Love for Us

Nothing makes my heart melt like flowers. This past weekend Will and I took a trip back home to San Diego to spend some time with my family and my dad proudly showed off his recent gardening projects. Last year, his make-shift vegetable patch was his pride and joy. At the end of fall, we took home a big bag of his home-grown tomatoes.  Now that its springtime, I'm sure my mom has been nudging and prodding him about filling in some of the drearier looking parts of the yard with some bright spring blooms.

I noticed a few new colorful additions to the garden the minute I walked up the path to the front door. My dad went into the yard and picked a few more fresh blooms for us to bring back before we left that night. I just love the sunny yellow ranunculus and there are a few orange gerber daisies hiding in the mix too. I arranged them in a small floral mug since the stems were trimmed short and they have a been a sweet reminder of my father's love for me.

I guess a part of me, no matter how old I am, will always be a daddy's girl.

Whenever I think of a father's love, I can't help but think of the song "How Deep the Father's Love for Us." I have a heavenly father who loves me so much more than I can ever know or imagine. It is because of His great love that I have an earthly father who loves me too. If my earthly father wants to lavish me with good and beautiful things with his limited time and energy, how much more my heavenly father who is almighty and eternal!

Moreover, because of His great love, He sent His son Jesus on a search and rescue mission to save all of His lost and broken children. This words of this song states it beautifully.

How Deep the Father's Love for Us

by Stuart Townend

How deep the Father's love for us,

How vast beyond all measure

That He should give His only Son

To make a wretch His treasure

How great the pain of searing loss,

The Father turns His face away

As wounds which mar the chosen One,

Bring many sons to glory

Behold the Man upon a cross,

My sin upon His shoulders

Ashamed I hear my mocking voice,

Call out among the scoffers

It was my sin that left Him there

Until it was accomplished

His dying breath has brought me life

I know that it is finished

I will not boast in anything

No gifts, no power, no wisdom

But I will boast in Jesus Christ

His death and resurrection

Why should I gain from His reward? 

I cannot give an answer 

But this I know with all my heart 

His wounds have paid my ransom