When I took this picture, I could not help but compare this rundown house to the perfect beauty of the painted sky, and I suddenly wondered how God could leave such a beautiful place to live in this dark and broken world. What could have possessed him to trade his immortality for mortality? His robe of light for cloth? Voices of praise for scorn? Eternity for time? I don’t think we will ever be able to grasp how much he loves us, at least not this side of heaven. I once heard someone say that God’s love is like an ocean. We can spend our whole lives drinking it and not even put a dent in it. God’s love is infinite.