Why Me?
I was watching an episode of The Supernatural when something unexpected stayed with me.
Dean Winchester just discovered that he had been saved from hell by an angel.
Everyone around him seemed willing to accept it.
He wasn’t excitement.
His response wasn’t.
It wasn’t relief.
It was a question:
“Why me?”
And for some reason, that question followed me long after the episode ended.
Not because of the angel.
But because of what it reminded me of.
How often do we ask the same question when it comes to love?
Not human love.
God’s love.
Why me?
Why does he choose to love me?
Why does he stay when he knows every flaw?
Why does he extend grace when he sees every mistake?
Why me?
I think one of the reasons grace is so difficult to understand is because we are always looking for a reason.
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A qualification.
Something that makes us worthy.
We want an explanation.
A list of accomplishments.
Proof that we deserve it.
But love doesn’t always work that way.
Especially God’s love.
Maybe the answer is not found in what we have done.
Maybe it’s found in who he is.
Because if love depended on our perfection, none of us will qualify.
And yet, he loves anyway.
Not because we earned it.
Not because we achieved enough.
Not because we finally became worthy.
But because this is what love does.
Perhaps the beauty of grace is that it refuses to wait until we deserve it.
And maybe this is why the question “Why me?” never receives the answer we expect.
Because love was never about earning.
It’s always about receiving.
And sometimes, the most honest thing we can do is stand in awe of that.
