I’ve been a Christian for a quite a while. For years I taught the Word to both adults and kids when my first husband, Brent, and I started two churches in the Northwest. I knew God, I loved Him, and I was a “Word girl,” meaning I believed and practiced faith in the Bible.
But when Brent died without warning at age 37 and I was left to raise our teenage sons and pastor our church alone, something else happened. I often refer to that time as the worst of my life, but also the best of my life. Because I desperately pressed into God like never before – and I fell completely in love with Him.
The more time I spent with Him, the more I loved Him. And I began to understand that He has this kind of love for all of His children, you included. No matter how much you know that God loves you, there is always more to know. You will never plumb the depths of His love for you.