God made us in His image, or so it is said. I don't take that to mean that God looks human, but rather that our insides, our spirit, is like his. We have within us a divine spark, that is part of Him. (One can almost imagine Carl Sagan saying, "We are made of star stuff," at this point.)
More to the point, God made us to love. That is our purpose. That is the message repeated over and over. When we don't love, we hurt. There is something inside of us that just wants to love, to care, to share, and we know
we are missing something when that isn't happening.
The problem is, we ask the wrong questions. Why did God do this or that? Why is the world full of evil? Why doesn't God love me?
Like the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, wherein Deep Thought the computer determined the answer to the question of Live, the Universe and Everything to be 42, but didn't know the question ... we have the answer, but we've lost track of the question.
Love, first. Do what you were made to do. You probably have all sorts of reasons why not. Too busy, other concerns, everyday problems getting in the way. But that's just life, and life will always "get in the way," if you let it.
Love, first. Express it. Act on it. Be it. Connect with the divine spark in others.
Eventually, one can connect the dots, and the dots draw a picture of God. [No, not really ... it's a metaphor ... geez.
It is by the act of loving that one begins to understand how God can and does love you.