There are no limits to God's love.
Infinity is a hard concept. God made it all, everything. He loves it all. He's there with it, in it, all things created and made by Him and in Him.
I discovered this morning that you can stream the new Dr. Who seasons from Netflix. This was the cause of much rejoicing. Between catching up on the episodes I missed because I was busy having a life, and a comment from elsewhere about the size of a man's soul, I started some thinking.
Christ, being both God and Man, is sort of like a TARDIS. He's much, much bigger on the inside than on the outside. There's no limit to the room inside his regard, his heart, his love...all within a mortal envelope like our own. It's a pretty small package to fold God into, but God manages. It keeps leaking out the edges, that divinity, causing miracles to occur around a human man in rural Palestine.
We keep trying to put human limitations on God, on His power and love and wisdom. It's kinda like a companion, being told that a 1960s police box really is a space/time traveling device, believing it, but still seeing only the meter square blue cube. Really, if we truly believe in an omniscient, omnipotent, and infinitely compassionate God (and I do), and walk with Him and in Him, we're inside that fantastical police box, where all things are possible.
It's a scary concept, to open the door the first time and walk through. What are you really going to find? Will it just be an old, slightly dusty, dirty phone booth? Or will it be the Creator of the Universe?
At your command all things came to be:
the vast expanse of interstellar space,
galaxies, suns, the planets in their courses,
and this fragile earth, our island home.