Baby, be yours today — but first, be His.
Tear down the tiny idols that keep sneaking onto the throne: approval, performance, comfort, fear, even the good gifts that were never meant to sit where only Jesus belongs. Spouse is a gift. Kids are a gift. Calling is a gift. But none of them are the King.
Jesus first. Always first.
Center your lumpy, bumpy, still-beating heart on the Father who made you in love, the Word who saved you in love, and the Spirit who strengthens you in love — because this world will ask you to split yourself into a thousand pieces and call it devotion.
Don’t.
Stand whole. Stand anchored. Stand free.
Your armor only fits you because it was forged for your story, your battles, your calling — so gird up and walk like someone who knows exactly Who goes before you.
Let joy be your rebellion.
Let obedience be your courage.
Let love be your weapon.
You are loved perfectly by God — no doubt, no hesitation, no expiration date.
Now get up.
Reset the throne.
And go to work.
