September
Father, I've already failed this month - broken commitments, compromised convictions, stumbled over the same sins I swore I'd conquer. I feel like failure, disqualified by imperfection, too flawed to be useful. The enemy whispers that I should quit trying, that I'm not serious about faith,
September
You're nine days into September and maybe things aren't going as planned. Goals from earlier this month already derailed. Resolutions from last week already broken. Commitments from yesterday already compromised. You feel like failure, like you can't maintain faithfulness even for a week,
September
I haven't given you a spirit of fear, but of power, love, and self-discipline. The anxiety you feel isn't from Me. I give power to do what I ask, love to fuel your obedience, self-discipline to follow through. Don't let fear disqualify you. I've equipped you for what I've called you to.