The enormity of forgiveness sometimes overwhelms me. I hear the Father say:
"...for I will forgive their iniquity, and their sin I will remember no more."
and I weep with my own remembering. Tears of gratitude race down my cheeks and I long to do something worthy of such love.
And so I come, dressed in my best robes fashioned from the very best I can do for Him. I stand before Him and look down at what I have created and understand the truth:
"...And all our righteous deeds are like a filthy garment..." (Isaiah 64:6)
He, however, doesn't seem to notice the filth and tatters. His face is filled with love and tenderness as Grace Himself steps in front of me and transforms my rags to a garment of righteousness.
With unfathomable love, He puts His robe around me, and I am perfect in the Father's eyes. It is a gift beyond measure, and it takes my breath away.
More thoughts on forgiveness at Ann's.