by Marcie Bridges
@Marcie_Bridges

“I love you more.”
“Not possible. I love you more.”
“Nope. I love you mostest.”
“But I gave birth to you. I love you more than anything.”
“You’re my mother. I love you more than the stars in the sky.”
“Not even close. I loved you when you were just a wish in my heart.”

Maybe this is familiar to you in some way? The conversation continues on with each other trying to prove you love the other person more.

But that’s the thing about a mother’s love. It is deeper, wider, higher, longer than any other love on this universe. Some mothers show it more often or better than others, but deep down we love our children more than life itself. It isn’t something we can explain to anyone. It just is.

Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to have such a conversation with Jesus. He would win hands down though you know?

I’ll never be able to cleanse another of their sins. I’ll most likely never [literally] give my life for another human being. I’ll never heal them of disease or shelter them in the midst of their crises.

Only Jesus can love like that. Only Jesus gave His life, was buried, and rose again, so that we might be redeemed in Him.