September
God, you are my hope when circumstances suggest hopelessness, my anchor when everything else is shifting. You've promised that hope in you never disappoints because your love has been poured into my heart. Even when I can't feel it, that truth remains.
September
The workers who labored all day in the scorching heat were furious. They'd started at dawn, worked through the brutal midday sun, and finished exhausted as evening fell. When the landowner paid the workers who'd only worked one hour the same full day's wage, their anger erupted
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.