I love God because He loved me, first. He loved me into existance. He knew that He loved me, even when the dinosaurs were stomping around on the earth. And He knew that one day… I would be born, and live.
I also love God, because He continued to love me… even when I had turned away from Him. Not only was He patient with me… and not only did He continue to love me, despite my unfaithfulness to Him; but He granted me special, completely undeserved assistance through His Holy Mother… Our Lady of Mount Carmel. Her intercession helped me find my way “Home” to the Church.
I have no other response to such overwhelming displays of love and mercy in my life, than to offer Him my poor love… in return. Shabby, though it is. I have frequently been baffled as to why God loves me. Whenever I have asked Him… “Lord, why do You love me?”… the “reply” always comes back…
“Because you are My child”. This has helped me to understand, why I love God. He’s my (our) Father.