We can’t fully sanctify ourselves in thirty days or even in a lifetime.

When we don’t understand why God doesn’t answer our prayers, trusting him can prove difficult.

My ability to stuff my emotions has been more of a liability than an asset.

We forfeit our joy and peace when we keep looking over our shoulder, concerned about the fairness of what God has planned for someone else.

Not even one of a million invisible tears of grief or a million acts of godly piety goes unseen by the “God who sees.”

When I “give myself grace,” I turn within to my own broken cisterns of self-love and finite ability to satiate my thirst.

Though the call to repentance can feel like a painful providence, it’s truly a gracious gift.

. . . but God knew I needed.

Right before the Israelites were to enter the land of promise, Moses reminded the Israelites to keep their souls diligently, lest they “forget the things that your eyes have seen.” This same admonition applies to Christians.

While beating us up for how awful we believe we are, self-hate also whispers to us that if we tried just a smidge harder, we could find the strength to obey on our own. But we can’t.

As one theologian has said, “If I could hear Christ praying for me in the next room, I would not fear a million enemies.”

Whatever mundane task you put your hands to today, for whatever length of time, you can experience glory in the ordinary.