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The first thing that struck me in my reading today is that Jesus told the blind man he healed not to tell anyone. I wonder why.
I always worried about the verse where Jesus said that whoever loves his father or mother more than him isn't worthy of him. I really loved Momma and Daddy a lot. I'm not sure I could honestly say I love God more. I know that is terrible, but it's true. I realize that they were both gifts from God, and I shouldn't love the gift more than the giver. I try to remind myself that all the wonderful things I loved about them are true of God multiplied by infinity. I have sort of come to a sense that I cannot take out a measuring stick and compare the amount of love I have for my parents, but I can remind myself that every good thing comes from God, and thank Him for them.