When I was a child, there were many times when I doubted that my parents loved me. This wasn’t because they were abusive or neglectful (they were not). It was because they often didn’t do the things I wanted them to do. That was all the evidence that I needed to conclude that they didn’t really care that much. After all, love is experienced through the actions of others. Today I am much more aware of the love that my parents have always had for me. This is mostly because today I am much more aware of all the sacrifices that they made. They sacrificed financially in order to feed and clothe me. They sacrificed time in order to drive me to soccer practices and friends’ parties. They sacrificed comfort in order to take an interest in my hobbies. They sacrificed emotionally by trying to connect with me and by restraining their anger when I drove them crazy. I am convinced now of my parents’ love because I look back and see all the evidence of it. It can be easy to doubt God’s love for us.