the love of God


The love of God is greater far
Than tongue or pen can ever tell.

It goes beyond the highest star
and reaches to the lowest hell.

The guilty pair bowed down with care
God gave His son to win.

His erring child He reconciled
And pardoned from His sin.

Oh love of God, how rich and pure! How measureless and strong! It shall forevermore endure the saints' and angels' song.

My sweet Moses was eating an apple when he walked into our bedroom and asked how God could also be His own son, Jesus. It was a beautiful moment as Dale explained the trinity, as though it was simple enough for a seven-year-old to get his head around. "It's like that apple you're eating. It is an apple, but it has flesh, skin, and a core. It's three parts of one whole." It's an imperfect analogy, but helpful, nonetheless. Mose was satisfied with that answer. He nodded thoughtfully as he chomped away at his apple.

I love that the goodness of God and the truth of His Word are common language in our home. It is simply walking and talking along the way, ever focused on Jesus. It's not always pretty around here, but it always comes back to Jesus.

lvb

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