The Infinite, Overpowering, Love of God

 I read this story today, and have permission to share it. For privacy, no names are mentioned:

Most of you know that I have a trans granddaughter, and that her mother was opposed to this decision from point A to point Z, but her dad supported the transitioning. This last year when she had her surgery to permanently mutilate and disfigure herself, her mom would not take her to the surgery. Her dad did that. But of course Dad could not/would not be the person who--everyday--had to cleanse the wounds, and put ointments on them and gauze and bandage her.  AND check the drainage tubes that were attached to her for any signs of infection. That had to be [the mom], of course. 

[The mom] heard the following discussion later between her daughter and her friend:
"Who helped you with your bandaging and stuff?"
"My mom."
"Your mom that opposed this all the way? "
"Yes, that mom."
"Why did she do that?"
"Because she loves me."

Someone commented that it was a beautiful example of true love, even though it was tragic on so many levels.

The person telling the story replied:

It does begin to give you the tiniest idea of the grief we give our Divine Parents. doesn't it? Always left to bandage up all the emotional and spiritual wounds we give ourselves and others even when they warned us that it was a bad idea  . . .

That hit me so hard that I began sobbing. The understanding of the pure love of our heavenly Parents in spite of all the great pain we give them -that I give them- overcame me. I wish I could share the feeling of that overwhelming love and compassion. I wish every human on earth could feel and understand that. I think our world would be changed forever.