March
In all things you're more than a conqueror through Me who loved you. Nothing can separate you from My love - not death, not life, not angels, not demons, not present, not future, not any powers, not height, not depth, not anything in all creation. My love holds you secure.
March
Jesus, you purchased my freedom with your blood. While I was still a slave to sin, you died to set me free. I can't repay this, can't earn it, can't deserve it. It's pure gift - free to me, infinitely costly to you. Forgive me for treating this freedom cheaply. For using liberty as licens
March
On March 23, 1775, Patrick Henry delivered his famous "Give me liberty, or give me death!" speech to the Second Virginia Convention. Tensions with Britain were escalating, and Henry argued that peaceful reconciliation was impossible - war was inevitable. His speech concluded with words tha
March
Those who hope in Me will renew their strength. They'll soar on wings like eagles; they'll run and not grow weary, walk and not be faint. When you're exhausted, wait for Me. I renew strength - not just once, but continually, as often as you need it.
March
Father, I've been performing for you instead of resting in you. I've been presenting my spiritual resume instead of confessing my desperate need. I've been measuring my worth by my disciplines instead of trusting Christ's finished work. Forgive my Pharisaism. Teach me to pray not to earn
March
Religious performance killed the Pharisees spiritually while making them appear righteous externally. They fasted twice a week, tithed meticulously down to garden herbs, prayed publicly, followed hundreds of traditions. They checked every box, completed every requirement, maintained impres
March
My compassions never fail - they're new every morning. Great is My faithfulness. You don't wake up to yesterday's leftovers; you wake up to fresh mercy, new grace, renewed compassion. I don't recycle blessings or ration mercy. Every morning brings a fresh supply of everything you need.
March
Father, you created music and gave humans capacity to worship through it. You deserve worship that engages all of me - mind and heart, reason and emotion, theology and affection. Forgive me when I've treated worship as mere feeling or just intellectual exercise. Teach me to worship you in
March
Johann Sebastian Bach was born March 21, 1685, in Eisenach, Germany. He composed over 1,000 works - cantatas, concertos, fugues, masses - many of them explicitly for worship in Lutheran churches. Bach signed many of his manuscripts with "S.D.G." - Soli Deo Gloria, "To God alone be the glor
March
See! The winter is past; the rains are over and gone. Flowers appear on the earth; the season of singing has come. I make all things new - including this season you're in. What felt frozen is thawing. What seemed dead is budding. Spring is here.
March
Father, you created seasons to mark time and give rhythm to life. You built hope into creation by making winter temporary and spring certain. Every year testifies that darkness doesn't last, death isn't final, dormancy precedes growth. You made the world to remind me that resurrection is r
March
Today (or tomorrow, depending on the year) marks the Spring Equinox when day and night are equal length - approximately 12 hours each. From this point forward until the Summer Solstice in June, daylight gains ground daily. Light is winning its annual battle against darkness. For those in t