March
Lord, you are perfectly just, defending the weak and opposing oppressors. You hear the cries of the afflicted and promise to set things right. Your heart breaks for injustice, and you command your people to care about what you care about. Forgive my comfortable silence when I should speak
March
On March 7, 1965 - a day now known as "Bloody Sunday" - 600 civil rights marchers attempted to walk from Selma to Montgomery, Alabama to protest voting rights discrimination. As they crossed the Edmund Pettus Bridge, state troopers attacked them with billy clubs and tear gas, beating peace
March
Open your mouth for those who cannot speak, for the rights of those who are defenseless. Speak up and judge fairly; defend the rights of the poor and needy. I've given you a voice - use it for those who don't have one. Justice matters to Me, and it should matter to you.
March
Father, I don't like the chisel - the trials that strike, the disappointments that chip away my securities, the losses that remove what I was holding onto. I want to be made whole by addition, not subtraction. I want you to add blessings, not remove comforts. But you're the Artist and I'm
March
Michelangelo was born March 6, 1475, in Caprese, Italy. When asked how he created his masterpiece David from a massive block of marble, he reportedly said, "I saw the angel in the marble and carved until I set him free." Whether he actually said this or not, the principle captures his arti
March
You're surrounded by a great cloud of witnesses cheering you on. Throw off everything that hinders, every sin that entangles, and run with perseverance the race marked out for you. Fix your eyes on Jesus - he's both the author and finisher of your faith. He started this race; he'll bring y
March
Father, I'm surrounded by people but still feel alone. I have acquaintances but few real friends, lots of surface conversations but little genuine connection. I've mastered appearing fine while hiding how isolated I actually feel. This loneliness is exhausting. Forgive my pride that keeps
March
Men are lonely. Not occasionally isolated or sometimes disconnected - deeply, persistently lonely. Recent studies show that 15% of men report having no close friends, a dramatic increase from previous generations. Men form fewer deep friendships, confide less in others, and often isolate e
March
Even though outwardly you're wearing down, inwardly I'm renewing you day by day. Your present troubles are temporary, but they're producing eternal glory that far outweighs them all. Don't focus on what you can see and touch; keep your eyes on the eternal things I'm building in and through
March
Lord, I'm disappointed again. Someone I trusted let me down, someone I counted on wasn't there, someone I believed in proved fallible. I feel hurt, betrayed, wondering if I can trust anyone. I wanted them to be who I needed, and they weren't capable of being that. Forgive me for expecting
March
People will disappoint you. Not might disappoint you, not occasionally disappoint you - will disappoint you. Guaranteed. Friends will fail to show up when you need them. Family will let you down. Mentors will prove fallible. Leaders will fall. Even the most faithful people in your life wil
March
I'm not a distant God watching from afar - I'm your present help in trouble, right here in the middle of whatever you're facing. When life shakes and mountains crumble, I'm your refuge, your strength, your constant presence. You're never alone in the struggle. I'm here now.