A universe containing trillions of stars, clustered into countless galaxies like sand on an beach you could never reach the end of. Each star an angry mixture of gases that are constantly erupting in violent nuclear reactions, catapulting electromagnetic radiation into the darkness of space around it. A universe so delicately governed by its forces that it would have collapsed long ago, except something seems to be holding it together.
A planet with a perfect symmetry of water and carbon, liquid and gas, so desperately needed to sustain life. Enough carbon, just the right size and shape to master forming compounds, to combine itself with all vital elements and provide an endoskeleton for biologically-active molecules. Enough water to provide a space for most of the chemical reactions needed to form living matter and to absorb and retain heat, making it our handmade blanket, our forged shield against the tumult of temperature change.
A 27-year-old woman raised in an emotionally abusive house, who runs away at age 15, is pregnant by age 18, and is now addicted to cocaine. A woman so desperate for any sign of affection or empathy that she prostitutes herself while her 9-year-old son raises himself at home alone.
A God existing outside the restraints of a universe functioning within space and time. A God who, with the very exhalation of a single word could bring to life a universe so finely-tuned. A universe that has such precision that more than two dozen parameters must have values falling within narrowly defined ranges for life of any kind to exist. 
A God that, with the same hands used to guide the stars and galaxies into their perfect locations, created a framework of 3.1 billion base pairs of DNA from which each human being has been created. A God so beautifully guiding His creation that, were the decay rate of protons greater, then life would be exterminated by the release of radiation and, were it smaller, His universe would contain insufficient matter for life.
A God that formed a universe of perfect suitability so that He could use those same hands to create His most wonderful masterpiece: humanity. A God so completely and furiously dedicated to us that, with the same voice that commands galaxies to exist, can whisper in a 27-year-old woman’s ear, in a still and small voice, that she can know what love is truly supposed to feel like. That her 9-year-old son, in his lowest moments of abandonment and loneliness, is one of His very children.
Our God is relentless.
Our God is overwhelming.
Our God is devoted.
Our God embodies love as a noun and fulfills love as a verb.
Our God knows the names of all the stars, and counts the hairs on all our heads.
Our God formed us out of the dirt in His wisdom, spent a life walking through our dirt in His empathy, let sacrificial blood fall to the dirt in His grace, and picks us up off of the dirt in His love.
A universe with such an exact mix of elements, forces, and distances could not exist without a Creator that crafted it for the specific and merciful purpose of allowing us to live and worship in His presence.
That is the love of God.