"Alas! and did my Savior bleed?
And did my Sovereign die?
Would He devote that sacred head
For such a worm as I"
How much I have felt like a worm lately. Isaac Watts said it so well. I have struggled the last couple of weeks with anger, impatience, yelling. I have wanted to walk away as I held my head holding in a scream. I let my emotions and feelings and what I perceive as offenses against me control me. Why would Jesus die for me? I am learning to feel like Paul who called himself the Chief of Sinners. Today that is me. I am the chief of sinners, a worm, undeserving of such amazing and merciful love.