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
Father, I've made plans for this year - good plans, reasonable plans, plans I'm attached to. I've told you about them in prayer, but honestly, I was more informing than inviting. I want your blessing on my plans more than I want your plans for me. That's backwards, and I know it. Teach me
Mary had plans. As a young woman engaged to Joseph, she could envision her future - a traditional wedding, starting a family in Nazareth, living a quiet life. Then Gabriel showed up with news that would obliterate every plan she'd made: "You will conceive and give birth to a son, and you a
My plans for you aren't just "good enough" - they're designed for your flourishing, packed with hope, aimed at a future better than you can imagine. I'm not winging it with your life or making it up as I go. Every detail has been lovingly considered, every path carefully prepared. Trust My
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