My Help Comes From You
Father, I confess I judge your love by my circumstances, measuring your affection by my comfort level. When things go well, I feel loved. When trials come, I question whether you care. When prayers go unanswered, I wonder if you've withdrawn from me. I'm interpreting circumstances as evide
Paul cataloged threats to his security: "Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? Shall trouble or hardship or persecution or famine or nakedness or danger or sword?" (Romans 8:35). These weren't hypothetical dangers. Paul experienced all of them - beaten, imprisoned, shipwrecked, hu
Nothing can separate you from My love - not death, not life, not angels, not demons, not fears about today or worries about tomorrow. Nothing in all creation can separate you from My love in Christ Jesus. You're held by love that won't let go. Ever.
Father, I confess I measure my life by accomplishments rather than faithfulness, by impact achieved rather than obedience maintained. I want my life to matter significantly, to leave lasting marks, to accomplish impressive things. I'm uncomfortable with the possibility that my race might e