A little girl named Nancy was mad at her mother. Nancy stomped up to her room in a huff and could be heard banging the furniture around. Then, things got quiet. A few minutes later she called down, “How do you spell hate?”

A little later, she called down, “How do you spell love?”

Not long after, her mother looked up to see a note come fluttering down from the upstairs landing. It read: “Dear Mom, I hate you. Love, Nancy.”

That’s not how it is with God’s love. God’s love is not ambivalent, but constant as a heartbeat.