The love of God is multiplying kind of love.
I am so very thankful that God’s love for me never runs out. In fact, quite the opposite. The more I experience and know His love the more of it there seems to be. It grows and grows.
Just like the loaves and fishes that the young boy brought to Jesus. He is never limited by our finitude. Our small ability to comprehend his love doesn’t stop him from multiplying it for us and others in ways that are beyond us. What I particularly am grateful for is the steadfastness of his love. It cannot be moved or shaken. An unshakable love that grows: that is solace and comfort, no matter what I face.
“By day the Lord commands his steadfast love,
and at night his song is with me,
a prayer to the God of my life.”
“O my Strength, I will sing praises to you,
for you, O God, are my fortress,
the God who shows me steadfast love.”