…for all have sinned and fallen short of the glory of God, and are justified by His grace as a gift, through the redemption that is in Christ Jesus…

— Romans 3:23-24

Grace.
Something that is contingent on nothing more than love.
A gift, in purest form. A gift God freely, overwhelmingly gives His children. It doesn’t matter what I have done, or will do. He gives it.
Why?
Simply, love.
Despite the fall, our sin that creates a void between us and God, Jesus loved you and me enough. Enough to leave His throne in heaven and walk this broken earth. A creation He spoke into existence, broken by sin through the fall. He walked with us, and then hung on a cross meant for you and I. His love for you and me led Him to death in our place, so now when God looks are us He sees no sin. When He looks at His children, He sees His Son, Holy, perfect, blameless.
This is why I worship Him. It might not always make sense to me why He sees it fit to bless me, to show grace when I don’t deserve it.
But I know it’s because of a love so pure for me, it overwhelms me.