I imagine the Lord can’t remain angry at me any more than I can get angry at my two cats when they simply do what cats are expected to do.
My cats pursue friendly guests. Calm spaces. Prayer. Sunny spots on the rug. They run from danger. They are unattached. They are ready at any hour.
Cats don’t remember daily injustices for long. Each day holds new promise. God promises us a new life, where we do not remember the old—filled with joy and peace—a New Jerusalem.