We have a dog. She is actually my husband's dog. However, he works a lot of hours, and I'd rather he spend his time off loving on me and the kids than taking care of the dog.
So, I've taken on most of the dog duties. I feed her. I take her for walks. I even clean the pen. (That's poop people.)
And yet, she doesn't love me. Not even a little. Oh, she tolerates me, and even lets me pet her now and then. In fact, sometimes I fool myself into thinking she's coming around to me.
And then my husband walks in. If she's outside she starts calling to him. Really. She whines and kind of half talks in "dog".
If she is already in the house, she just goes all goosey and wags from head to tail and looks at him adoringly.
If I pet her, she proffers her ear to be scratched. Sometimes her hind end. If my husband pets her, she flops down on the floor and offers her belly. She tries to crawl into his lap.
The darn dog has no sense of gratitude.
And mostly, neither do I. There is one who provides for me, and cleans up all my messes, and yet I go all goosey over other things.
And yet, His love is perfect. No matter how flawed mine is.
"Greater love has no one than this, that he lay down his life for his friends." John 15:13
"For God so loved the world, that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life. For God did not send his Son into the world to condemn the world, but to save the world through him." John 3:16-17