No Love More Powerful

My mother filled me with the warmest and sweetest love. As human love goes, she first loved me. She loved me before she heard my heartbeat or felt my kick. My mother’s love was never a dripping faucet. It was always a clear, free-flowing stream in all the seasons of my life. Certainly, there times when her love came clothed in disappointment, shrouded by pain, and colored by grief, but it never ceased to flow.

Yet, compared with God’s awesome and inexhaustible love, my mother’s love was merely human love at its best. Christ became flesh for me, and by doing so, he destroyed death so that I might have life and have it more abundantly! That is the reason my worship belongs to Him!

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