Because He first loved me

The other night, I had a dream. In it, I was singing to God — a simple worship song. The line repeated in my dream was:

“God loves me. God loves me. God loves me. He is healing, He is love, He is peace, He is grace.”

I woke with the words still echoing in my spirit, reminded too of the old hymn:

“Oh, how I love Jesus, Oh, how I love Jesus, Oh, how I love Jesus, Because He first loved me.”

That last line is everything.

Because He first loved me.

It’s not our love that starts the story. It’s His.

Our affection, our faith, our songs of praise — all of it is a response. A reflection of a love that came first. A love that was there before we got it right. Before we said the prayer. Before we even knew His name.

He is healing — for our wounds, our disappointments, our weariness.

He is love — the pure, unshakable love that defines who He is.

He is peace — in the storm, in the chaos, in the unanswered questions.

He is grace — undeserved, unearned, poured out still.

Sometimes we complicate our faith. We chase after deeper revelations or try to prove our devotion. But maybe it all comes back to this one truth:

God loves me.

And that’s why I love Him.

Not because life is always good. Not because I always feel strong. But because somewhere deep in the quiet places of my soul, I know He loved me first. And He hasn’t stopped.

So today, whether your heart is bursting with joy or heavy with questions or hurt, may you rest in the love that found you first.

“Oh, how I love Jesus… because He first loved me.”

We love because He first loved us.

1 John 4:19