Yesterday was my husband's and my 10th anniversary and I was mad. Really. Mad. Mad enough that I refused to go out to dinner with him, mad enough that I was completely ignoring the Spirit's promptings and my husband's attempts to be gracious. I was throwing a fit. Yet, in my rebellion God reached down to me in a way that magnified His love for me and humbled me immensely. I am reminded now that God's love truly is not dependant upon my behavior, bad or otherwise, but His love is determined by His character. He loves because He is love. Yes, He disciplines and He rebukes, but always out of love. How thankful I am for that wonderous love.