 David and the other psalmist, they pour out their complaints, but they always end by saying, yet I will trust you. And I think as long as we end with, I will trust you no matter what, God's perfectly fine with whatever we say. That was my prayer about my sister. I don't understand. I'm so mad. I don't get it, but I know that you love her. That's right. I know that you love me and I will trust you. Mm-hmm.