Once again I am going to defer to some of the words to a beloved old gospel song.

He left the splendor of heaven knowing His destiny was the lonely hill of Golgotha. There to lay down His life for me.

And if that isn't love, then the ocean is dry. There's no stars in the sky and the little sparrows can't fly. If that isn't love, then heaven's a myth. There's no feeling like this; if that isn't love

Pray: LORD, make me thankful for Your love. Let me share Your love, demonstrate Your love, and cling to the hope that is Your love. In your name I pray, Amen.