Before you opened your eyes this morning, I'd already prepared fresh mercy for you. It's not recycled grace from yesterday - it's brand new, custom-designed for today's challenges. You don't have to ration My compassion or wonder if you've used up your quota. Every sunrise brings a full su
Jesus, the magi brought you their best - gold, frankincense, myrrh - before they knew what you'd do for them, before you performed a single miracle, before you proved yourself by their standards. They worshiped because of who you were, not because of what you'd done for them. My worship is
Gold, frankincense, and myrrh - the magi's gifts weren't randomly selected luxury items. Each carried profound symbolic weight. Gold signified royalty, acknowledging Jesus as king. Frankincense was used in temple worship, recognizing his deity. Myrrh was a burial spice, foreshadowing his d
The magi worshiped a toddler they barely understood, in a town they'd never heard of, following a star they couldn't explain. They didn't need complete understanding to offer complete devotion. You don't have to figure everything out to worship Me fully. Bring your questions, your confusio
Lord, I confess I'm often like Jerusalem - disturbed when you show up in unexpected ways, comfortable with my assumptions about how you should work. I scan for the dramatic and miss the quiet. I look for power and overlook weakness. I want glory on my terms, not yours. Adjust my vision to