Why Does God Love Me
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Why Does God Love Me? I still catch myself asking it on bad days: “God, why me? Out of billions of people, why do You even bother?”
Every time I open the Bible looking for an answer, I don’t find a performance review. I find love letters. Here are the verses that keep wrecking me lately.
- Because I’m family—adopted, wanted, and named “See what great love the Father has lavished on us, that we should be called children of God! And that is what we are!” (1 John 3:1) Lavished. Not trickled. Not measured out. Lavished. Like a dad who can’t stop buying ridiculous gifts for the kid he’s crazy about.
- Because He sings over me when I’m asleep “The Lord your God is with you… He will take great delight in you; in his love he will no longer rebuke you, but will rejoice over you with singing.” (Zephaniah 3:17) I picture God humming over me like a parent leaning over the crib. That’s not a God who tolerates me. That’s a God who’s proud of me.
- Because He pursued me when I was running the other direction “But you, O Lord, are a compassionate and gracious God, slow to anger, abounding in love and faithfulness.” (Psalm 86:15) And Jesus told the story to prove it: “Suppose one of you has a hundred sheep and loses one… he goes after the lost sheep until he finds it… and calls his friends to rejoice.” (Luke 15:4-6) That lost sheep was me. He left the ninety-nine. For me.
- Because He wrote my name on His hands “See, I have engraved you on the palms of my hands…” (Isaiah 49:16) Before nails ever pierced those hands, my name was already there. Permanent ink. He can’t forget me even if He wanted to (and He doesn’t want to).
- Because His love isn’t fair—and I’m so glad “I have loved you with an everlasting love; I have drawn you with unfailing kindness.” (Jeremiah 31:3) Everlasting means it has no beginning and no end. There was never a moment when He didn’t love me, and there never will be.
- Because He planned good things for me before I was born “For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb… Your eyes saw my unformed body; all the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be.” (Psalm 139:13, 16) He didn’t just allow me—He dreamed me up, scheduled every day, and smiled while He was doing it.
- Because even my tears move Him “You keep track of all my sorrows. You have collected all my tears in your bottle. You have recorded each one in your book.” (Psalm 56:8 NLT) He’s not annoyed by my crying. He’s saving every tear like it’s precious.
So why does God love me? Not because I’m impressive. Not because I finally deserved it. He loves me because He’s my Father, and I’m His kid. He loves me because that’s what love does when it’s perfect.
And the wild part? He feels exactly the same way about you. Your name is on His hands too. He’s singing over you tonight. That’s why.