In my childhood, I saw my mom put a bowl of rice under the blanket to give my brother who had been conscripted into the army. It was because she wanted to give warm rice to him anytime he returned. Even now I remember my mother praying for him to return safely. Parents wait for their child with such love. Then, what about the love of God? He earnestly waits for everybody to believe in the living God and He waits for them return to His bosom as though a day was like a thousand years.