My heart ached because God firmly reminded me that He had “crossed oceans” for me… even when I refused to “jump puddles” for Him.
He died, knowing that there would be times when I would fail to do even the smallest things for Him.
And even though I’ve failed a thousand times, He still chooses to love me unconditionally. He chooses grace and mercy. He chooses to continue to give me second chances. He chooses to bless me. He chooses to forgive. I don’t know about you, but if that’s not “crossing oceans” then I don’t know what is.