loved by the Father

i am not much. there is nothing about me that stands out, nothing that would catch the eye of a crowd…but God chose me. He chose a girl with faults, blemished, much much less than almost perfect. i am wondering why He has even planned the details of my life out in perfect order…why? me, who deserves a brutal death because of the sin that was etched into my life the moment i was born, why Father? Why do you care? Why does it make You happy when i speak to You, or listen for Your sweet directions, or sit down and read Your life giving words? When i raise my imperfect voice in a song of honor to You, why do You listen? You have tens of thousands of angels, with perfect harmonious voices, singing to You day and night, elders are encircled around Your throne, bowing in worship at who You are…but You still incline Your ear to hear all that i have to say. Jesus, what could explain this feeling toward me? love. When i think of the absolute of Your love, and how it chases after me, longing to hold me, and show me in truth Who You are…i am overcome. who could explain Your undying, ceaseless, unending, eternal love? who could fathom the depths of it all? You are big! Your love reaches me. and You are more than enough. and You long for me (us) to know You in sincere and unhindered truth. please show us what You have already stamped into our lives…show us You…