Very nice point.
it also is the only reason I know I’ll see the people I love again, as well as the pets I have loved and taken care of. Love doesn’t end and it’s not meaningless. That means the objects of that love don’t end and are not meaningless, either.
God’s love is the only thing that keeps me going in the end. If I didn’t think God didn’t have my back and loved me, there’d really be no good reasons for existence, no real purpose. Existing for no reason wouldn’t make sense. Morality wouldn’t either, being nice to others would be no different than being bad to them. It’d all be relative and subjective.