As I looked out my sliding glass door watching the birds fly down to eat the scrapes I had thrown out, I wondered about the love of God. He had caused me to be concerned about the wild life this winter. Even the deer came running towards me as I threw out pieces of apples and bread I had made earlier this week.
Again my thoughts to the love of God, I wondered as it has been said, that he loves each one above all others he created. How on earth could this be possible, I asked him. Would it mean that others would be below his love for the one?
Then it came to me with a soft, tender answer. I made each one according to my will, to be different and apart from all others. Unique in every way, I made them. When I love one, I made no other like this as so I can love this one above all others, because this one alone was created uniquely perfect. 
Blessings.