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!