I am blessed in the fact that I never had to look for love.

Besides raising me to know the love of Jesus, my grandparents themselves lived out that same kind of unconditional love. There is nothing I could have done that would have caused them to stop loving me. Nothing on earth could interfere with that love — and that includes the curse of Alzheimer’s.

While Granny’s memory and ability to function on her own slipped away, her faith and her unconditional love for me did not. Every day during the last years of her life, she would repeatedly say, “I just pray that God will take me soon.”

Except in the winter time.

From late October until the first signs of spring in March, she would say, “I pray God will take me, but I pray He’ll wait ‘til spring so you don’t catch cold standing outside at the cemetery.”

If that isn’t love, then I don’t know what is.

But even that doesn’t compare to the extent of God’s love for us. Praise Him: it is deeper, more intense than any other love we can know or even imagine.