Whenever I control my yetzer hora and whenever I guard my tongue from evil for Hashem’s sake, I know that He loves me. At those moments when I subdue my anger from flaring up or push back an unclean thought, Hashem loves me like a father loves his child.
At this moment, it would be good to be mispallel, each in his or her own language: “Ribono Shel Olam, I am your child. Have rachmanus on me, allow me to love You, and show me that your love me too. In turn, I promise I won’t do anything to anger you anymore. I am doing teshuvah will all my heart because I am your child.”
I’ll post the answer Wednesday afternoon. Hatzlacha!