But He loves me.
I was fuming at Cub in the car on the way home from homeschool co-op because of some bad decisions he made there. Is that how we treat our friends? Is that how we respond?!
And in the midst of my rant about how he would get a meh-meh when we got home, he asked tearfully from the backseat, “But God still loves me?”
“I am a wayward, foolish child. But He loves me! I have disobeyed and grieved Him ten thousand times. But He loves me! I have lost faith in some of my dearest friends and am very desolate. But He loves me! I do not love Him, I am even angry with Him! But He loves me!”