Baby, Valentine’s Day is over. The candy’s half-eaten, the flowers are already leaning sideways, and real life is back at the door knocking like it owns the place. Good. Because love was never meant to be a one-day performance. Love is daily reps. Love is showing up when nobody claps. Love is...

Baby, be a David — not the slingshot version, the psalm-writing, sheep-watching, trust-when-no-one-is-looking version. Because giants will always shout. That’s their job. Noise, fear, hurry, pressure — all stomping around like they own the valley. But David didn’t walk in loud. He walked in...

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...