September
The Israelites in Egypt had been slaves for 400 years when God finally sent Moses to deliver them. You'd think they would have been thrilled, ready to leave immediately, desperate for freedom. Instead, when the journey got difficult, they complained:
September
Stop striving for just a moment and remember who I am. I'm God—sovereign over every situation, powerful beyond measure, working in ways you can't see.
September
Father, you are patient beyond measure, slow to anger and rich in love. You've endured humanity's rebellion with astounding grace, absorbing our sins rather than paying us back what we deserve. You show me what it looks like to release bitterness and choose mercy instead.
September
I know you—really know you. Not just your name or your circumstances, but your heart, your struggles, your secret hopes and hidden fears. You're not anonymous to Me; you're intimately known and deeply treasured.
September
Jesus, you lived free from performance anxiety, secure in your Father's love before you ever performed a miracle or preached a sermon. Your worth wasn't tied to your productivity.
September
Martha was stressed, distracted, and overwhelmed with preparations while her sister Mary sat doing nothing to help. When she finally complained to Jesus about the unfair division of labor, she expected vindication. Instead, Jesus gently rebuked he
September
I've commanded you to be strong and courageous, and I never give commands without providing the power to obey them. Your bravery doesn't come from feeling fearless—it comes from knowing I'm with you.
September
God, you are the shepherd who searches for wandering sheep, the father who watches for returning children, the friend who never gives up on the lost. You know my heart's tendency to drift, to slowly turn away, to lose its first love without even noticing. My heart wandered
September
The Pharisee stood in the temple and prayed about himself: "God, I thank you that I am not like other people—robbers, evildoers, adulterers—or even like this tax collector" (Luke 18:11). His prayer wasn't technically wrong—he probably was more moral than most people
September
Every single day, I'm doing something new in you. Old patterns don't have to define your future; broken pieces don't have to stay broken. I specialize in transformation - taking what was and creating what will be. You're not stuck being who