Why does God love me? As much as I try, it seems I always fail to do what I know I ought to. Just as the apostle Paul declared, “I don’t really understand myself, for I want to do what is right, but I don’t do it. Instead, I do what I hate” (NLT, Romans 7:15). In fact, I can get so frustrated with myself because I constantly try to make every effort to put God first, take time to pray, and lay down my life daily to follow after Him. Yet good intentions don’t always make for strong follow through. And then I only begin to feel even more guilty and ashamed.
So then I begin to question why does God love me? In a world of almost 7 billion people and a universe full of planets stars and other galaxies, I can feel just like a grain of sand. It’s easy to feel insignificant. I can’t even begin to perceive how God knows my every thought, marks my every step, counts ever hair on my head and chooses to show me mercy and grace every time I stumble.
Like a rebellious child or an adulterous wife, I am prone to turn my back on the One who loved me first. Yet, God is love and he makes Himself vulnerable every time. Love always trusts. It always sees the best in everyone. God sees beyond my flesh and bones and the sin that constantly haunts me.
You Are Chosen!
That’s why He sent His only son to die for me while I was still a sinner. He now sees Jesus though I still can perceive a dark and dirty heart. God makes me the object of his affection. In fact, He also chooses you as His son or daughter. God cries when you cry and experiences every bit of pain that you suffer.
Why does God love me? If He loved as I loved, then there would be very little compassion or patience towards those who would rub Him the wrong way or wouldn’t live up to His expectations. He would seek to get the upper hand in most situations and to make sure He always got the last word.
Thankfully, God is God and I am not. His ways are not mine. So when I begin to try and conceptualize why God loves me, because I start feeling like a failure or less than worthy of His love; all I can do is fall to my knees as my heart pours out the pain and anguish that chews inside of me. All the guilt, fear, and self condemnation. At the cross I lay it down and Jesus’ blood covers over me.
God loves me. Yes God, you love me though I cannot understand why. I am guilty of the worst sin and worthy of death, but you still reached down and saved me from drowning. You embrace me in my nakedness and fear. You restore my soul and give me a new heart. You teach me how to love in return.
Isn’t God beautiful? Can you surrender and allow his grace to shower over you? Will you choose to finally find rest for your soul? You are not defined by what you have done.