A song popped into my head on Saturday. The last time I considered this song was roughly 10 years ago - I sang it at my brother's wedding. And it hit me, as I teared up a little, how much more precious the words of this song are, 10 years on. So why should I worry? Why do I flip out? God knows what I need. You know what I need. Your love is strong And it struck me: any growth I've experienced in the last ten years is not overly external. I'm still self-interested, I struggle with contentment, I worry about the future. I'm proud, I say things I shouldn't, I hurt people I care about. The last time I sang that song when I was twenty, I did know that God's love was indeed strong. But now I have more of an idea of how strong it is. I have a better idea of how weak I am, and how weak, feeble, and half-hearted my love is by comparison. I trust Him more: so when he says His love is strong, I believe him. I feel a desperate need for His love in a way that I didn't ...