When I consider thy heavens, the work of thy fingers, the moon and the stars, which thou hast ordained;
What is man, that thou art mindful of him? and the son of man, that thou visitest him?
It doesn't make much sense, does it? When we think about God, when we think about His glory and power, it just does not make the least bit of sense as to why He even thinks about us. Who are we that God should even care about us? Who am I that God should even care about me? But He does. Not only does God care about us; He continues to love us even though we have so often taken His love and thrown it back at Him!
It doesn't make sense, does it? But then... love never does.