Everything is wearisome beyond description. No matter how much we see, we are never satisfied. No matter how much we hear, we are not content. I observed everything going on under the sun, and really, it is all meaningless—like chasing the wind.
“Unless fulfillment is sought from God, your soul will not find true happiness.” from A Jane Austen Devotional
“…we can cease sacrificing who we are for the sake of another’s ego-needs or our own desire for protection from negative reaction.” from Joan C. Webb’s It’s a Wonderful Imperfect Life
“Stop all your striving, and watch to see what I will do.” from Sarah Young’s Jesus Calling: Enjoying Peace in His Presence
What, then, shall we say in response to these things? If God is for us, who can be against us? He who did not spare his own Son, but gave him up for us all—how will he not also, along with him, graciously give us all things?