I think of the times when I've watched my children while they've slept. No matter what transpired during the day -- whether tears, or arguments with siblings, or the accidental branding of my favorite lounge chair's seat cushion with the end of a hot hairdryer -- I love to watch them sleep.
I don't think this is incidental, this love that wells up in a parent's heart regardless of a child's behavior or performance. I think about one description of God's character, how he quiets us with his love, how he rejoices over us with singing.
If I, an imperfect human parent, watch over my children with love, how much more does God, my heavenly Father, lavish me with love?