There is a blunt but awesome truth that heightened my joy in Christ and implored me to cherish my salvation with an intense gratitude, and it was simply this - I was not worth dying for.
When I read;
And you were dead in the trespasses and sins Eph 2:1
as it is written: “None is righteous, no, not one; Rom 3:10
But God, being rich in mercy, because of the great love with which he loved us, Eph 2:4
To me that doesn’t show me that I am worthy or anything but hell, but what it does imprint on my heart is that God is so good he takes dead, worthless things and makes them good. It’s because I wasn’t worth dying for that I can relate to the psalmist;
"what is man that you are mindful of him, and the son of man that you care for him?" Psalm 8:4
This is not condemning, but this is Joy. Who takes all their riches and spends it to repair a broken copper coin… who does that? Our heavenly father, that’s who!