Here's my issue with this:
I have a particular problem that's been with me since I was very young. I've struggled with it for years. It comes and goes, but shows up when things are going to shit, when I'm at my lowest and most vulnerable. And it causes a shitton of problems in my life, it's caused strife between me and my family on several occasions (in fact, I'm going through the shit right now). It's brought me to a low point I never thought I'd ever hit; below "rock bottom", if you will. I've prayed for help, prayed that it be taken away from me and I get nothing, the problem persists and it gets progressively worse. And when that didn't work, I switched to Buddhism, but lately I've come to realize that Buddhism isn't working for me either. Nothing I do helps and I don't see this ending well at all.
Where was "his love"? When I sat there on my knees crying out for help so many times over the years, why didn't I receive it? Why get worse? And furthermore to this point; why did the bullshit happen to me at such a young age that propelled my life in such a fucked up direction? Where was God's love in all of this? I didn't know anything other that to praise God so young, I didn't know anything but the word as it was taught in church and in school (I went to Catholic schools from Kindergarten through the 4th grade), I didn't know NOT to believe... And yet, the bullshit continued to happen.
Where was his love for me? Where is it now? When I stand to lose everything in my life that I hold dear to my heart; where is it? 'Cause from where I'm sitting right now, on the precipice of losing it all, a little love from God would be most welcome right about now.
But... I doubt you will have an answer for anything like this, just like every other person like you. Nothing concrete, just abstract vagueness and empty hyperbole.