One awesome quality about the love of God is its reach. It gets to you long before you get to it. It is ever pursuing, ever enduring, and both an overwhelming flood and a refreshing mist. It dives into the swell of our tears and wraps itself in the agony of our sorrow. It adopts the weight of our anxiety upon its broad shoulders and meets us at the end of our rebellion. When this becomes real to us, living for Him is not an option, its a reaction.