They have become my true emotions, but I'm indebted to various teachers who have put words to those unspoken ideas and helped me speak of what I was perceiving, as well as reinforcing that I'm not the only weird one out here keenly aware that we are spinning and whirling to an unknown future at a course of amazing speed on this one ball of compressed dust with a community of people listening to a thousand voices. How God manages to love us amazingly until the point at which those who choose evil continually are annihilated, I can't fathom, but He pours love into every attempt to get us to turn from those evil choices and woos us to choose Him, to choose life. There is indeed that point where God's love for justice balances the scales in the way that suits Him, and we certainly aren't wise to think He will pander us when He clearly says He disciplines those He loves, prunes those who are His and bearing fruit so they bear even more and better fruit.
I'm reminded of an obscure hymn recently revised:
I am not skilled to understand what God has willed, what God has planned. I only know at His right hand stands one who is my Savior.
So the songwriter wrote.
I take Him at His word and deed: Christ died to save me, this I read. And in my heart I know the need for Him to be my Savior.
Yes, while the response is deeply logical, it's also deeply emotional. That's how we were made. Isn't He wonderful?