compared to Him, in heaven or on the earth. Everything good came from Him. In Him, being good and holy and merciful and jealous and wise and perfect and love and incomprehensible and triune and amazing and magnificent and beautiful and grand and insanely wonderful, how could I ever glory in a created thing when it was made of the same substance that formed all that I am? How could I live for something that was made as if it would not return from whence it came but He, God in Christ, came from heaven