“Thy love to me, O God, not mine, O Lord, to Thee, can rid me of this dark unrest and set my spirit free.”
Is it because she can afford to pay the thousands it will cost to rescue her?
She owns nothing, not even the worn-out little boy’s pajamas she’s wearing. She has nothing, nothing at all with which to pay her own ransom.
Is it because she has the ability to meet the requirements of the law for her redemption?
She must completely rely on the understanding and work of others on her behalf.
Is it because she mustered up the strength from within herself to find a family?
She has been lying in a crib for nearly nine years, barely strong enough to prop herself up in a sitting position. She has no power to free herself.
Is it because she has enough goodness or faith?
When I look into her eyes, I see passive detachment. She has no knowledge of anything better.
Is it because she properly understands and grieves her needy state?
She has no conception of her position or of what it will cost to redeem her life.
Is it because she has the wisdom to know and choose us?
She has never known the concepts of “family,” “home,” “brothers and sisters,” “Daddy,” or “Mommy.”
Is it because she has set her love upon us?
Her heart has been wounded many times every day for almost nine years. She does not yet know sacrificial love. She has nothing of herself to offer except great need.
How then will this little child be saved when she is so helpless to save herself?
“But when the kindness and the love of God our Saviour toward man appeared,
not by works of righteousness which we have done,
but according to His mercy He saved us…”
Why do I bow before Him now, with full and grateful heart?
Because I needed someone outside myself to move heaven and earth in order to come and rescue me.
And He did.
“…I love because He loveth me, I live because He lives.”