“Could it be that God would not have me going about the rest of my life believing that these lesser forms of “love” were the real thing? Perhaps this love He, filled to the brim with, was pouring over into His dealings with me. And perhaps this love was compelling Him, on the basis of grace – an undeserved love – to help me see that every person, place or thing that I loved more than Him could not keep its promise to love me eternally.”
