A Love Story Hidden in Bible

“He who does not love does not know God, for God is love.” — 1 John 4:8 NKJV

For over twenty years—since the day I first believed—I thought the Bible was an ancient mystery, a divine book I couldn’t understand. Every time I tried to read it, I’d push through the first few chapters of Genesis until I lost all willpower somewhere in Kings. To me, it felt like a book of distant laws and foreign history—dry, confusing, and impossibly far from my life.

Even the New Testament left me weary—four Gospels telling the same story over and over… until I nearly read myself to sleep.

And then one verse changed everything:
“ In this is love, not that we loved God, but that He loved us and sent His Son to be the propitiation for our sins.” — 1 John 4:10 NKJV

It wasn’t about my effort. It was never about how well I could love Him.
It was always about how deeply He already loved me.

God is love. And He loves me.

That’s when I realized—the Bible isn’t just a rule book. It’s not just history.
It’s a love letter. A sacred, divine love letter written from His heart to mine.

Every line, every name, every law, every whisper through the prophets… all of it is His way of saying, “I see you. I choose you. I adore you.”

From the dawn of creation to the promises of eternity, He’s been writing His love across every chapter. And He doesn’t stop there—He comes near, dwelling within me, gently teaching me, revealing things only lovers share. His Spirit translates the words my heart couldn’t once grasp.

Now, every time I read the Bible, I don’t just see text—I see devotion. I see Him.
And sometimes I cry, overwhelmed by the weight of such tender love.

The Bible is no longer a book I try to study.
It’s a love story I’m living.
And He—my God, my Beloved—is the One who loves with all His heart, all His soul, all His strength.

Letting Him love me has changed everything.
Now I can love others—not from duty, but from overflow.

Because the Bible… is His love letter to me.