I picture God’s love like a giant water tower. It is full of love towards me.
However when I fail it is like I open up a tap and let out some of the water out. Small failures is a sink faucet. Large failures is a fire hose.
There is a lot of love. So I don’t have worry about running out. Right?
But the whole tower seems to have a lot of taps that are leaking (or spraying). And the water (love) is getting lower and lower.
But possibly God’s love is not like a giant water tower, vast but still limited and slowly getting less and less.
Could his love be a river?
Vast and unlimited.
Always flowing and running.