God loves us with a creative love.

This is a kind of love of which we can have no adequate conception, for it lies outside the functions and capacities of ourselves as little creatures.

The creation of something out of nothing never can come within the limits of our power. Creation is the sublime, solitary prerogative of Almighty God.

We cannot understand the feelings that a Creator must have toward a helpless creature, which by his fiat he has lifted out of nothing, and which he sustains every instant with a continual act of preservation, which must at every moment be equal to the act of creation.

With what fondness and tender endearments of affection, a Creator, whose nature is love, must brood over the creature that has been fashioned out of the energy of his own right hand. This is a species of love forever above the range of our experience, and that glows in the happy solitudes of the Creator’s heart. As our Creator, God has feelings for us for which we have no measurements, and no analogies upon which to build a comparison, or to form a conception.

Men talk about inventing things, but in reality we invent nothing, for our so-called inventions are only discoveries of adaptations, and qualities, and utilities, of material forces, which were invented by the Creator, and hid in his works from the beginning. 

Our Own God - G.D. Watson