Why God?

“Why God do you do stuff for me?
I really don't deserve any of it..
I try to keep your commandments and obey you, but fail to do so all the time.
Why are you so good to me?
I disobey, try to do what I want.
I steal, I lie, I fight.
Why God did you send your son for me?
To die a painful death on my place.
To be stabbed, mocked.
To be pricked, punctured.
To be beat, battered, and bruised.
Nailed on a tree.”

After hearing this, God answered,

“Why do I do stuff for you?
You don't deserve what I give you, but I give anyway.
You don't always keep my commandments,
but I am merciful and just to forgive.
Why am I good to you, my child?
I know you sin, but every man falls short of my glory.
You say you lie and steal, of which I will never do.
My word tells you before my word fails, heaven and earth will pass away.
I never fail.
You say you fight. I tell you I’ll fight your battles.
You just need to turn it over to me.

Why did I send my Son?
It's because you, my child, can't receive salvation yourself.
My Son Jesus was the only one who could do it; sinless.
My Son took all of your sin on the cross for you.
That sickening stench.
He died, and rose 3 days later, doing my business.”

“Ok. But there’ one thing I don’t get.

I’m always getting myself into some type of trouble,
It is you who then gets me out.
Trouble I cause because of my bad decisions.
Trouble, and extra worry about my situation.
Extra unnecessary stress.
Sometimes, it even seems like you aren’t with me.”

It was at this point, God responded,
“My son, I am always with you.
I said in my word that I will never leave you.
Just remember that everything will work for the good.
You go through bad times to know about the good.
Times which I provide.

Remember these troubles aren’t forever.
Look at a hurricane. It’s terrible in the beginning,
Calm in the middle, and terrible in the end.
Before it gets too much, I step in.
I never give you more that you can handle.
While you attempt to figure it out the problem,
I’m the answer key.”

After hearing this, I started to cry.

"I still don't understand.
Logically, I would have given up on me a long time ago.
Why didn't you?

God then answered, "My son, the answer is really simple.
My thoughts are not your thoughts.
Why do I do all this stuff for you?
It's because of my love for you."

Hearing this I cried more.
Reflecting on this conversation, I only said three words.
“Lord. Thank You.”