When you hope in Me - really anchor yourself to Me, not just positive thinking - I renew your strength. You'll soar when you need to soar, run when you need to run, and walk when walking is the faithful thing. I don't promise you'll never get tired, but I promise you won't burn out. Wait o
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