The other day, I waxed poetic about the love of God.
Baby Beta Mo is still a tiny little bundle of cuteness. My eyes still squint in wonder everytime I see his toothless smile.
It’s easy to feel nothing but love for him right now.
But what about the future?
What about when he is rude to me and I become furious?
What about the day he lies and I see red?
I don’t expect my basic motherly love for him to change.
Yet, I’d be naive if I ever thought I would never be angry with him. Or that I’d never feel disappointment about a choice he may make.
I tend to think love is good while anger is bad. Disappointment also is bad.
I know for a fact that God sometimes feels these “bad” emotions.
Sooo does that mean God is (kind of, sort of, a little bit) bad too?