I agree with SW

I've tried to demand things from God - i.e., PROVE TO ME YOU CARE! - cuz it seemed like the "bastid" hated me.

In response, he'd drag me through the mud - scraping my knees on twigs and stones - saying "How DARE you question my love for you - I brought you into this world! Now be a good little girl and listen to your father. I'm the adult here, and I know what's best."

After a few spankings, I realized he did love me - and I've got the battle scars to prove it.