"Being strengthened with all power according to his glorious might so that you may have great endurance and patience." — Colossians 1:11

We tend to think of endurance as raw grit—white-knuckling through fatigue and pressure on sheer willpower. But the verse tells us endurance is a *result*. It is the quiet fruit of being strengthened, not the product of self-manufactured resolve. The power isn't summoned from within us; it is received from His glorious might. This is the strange paradox of faith: we are strongest when we finally admit we are empty.

Lord, I confess I often grip the week tightly, convinced it all depends on my own hustle and resilience. I forget that you do not just call me to endure; you promise to supply the strength for it. Teach me what it means to be strengthened by you. Slow me down long enough to draw from your peace before I rush into my tasks. Where my patience is thin, pour out your grace. Where my energy is gone, be my sustaining power. Let my endurance this week point not to my own grit, but to your quiet, inexhaustible faithfulness.

Walk steadily this week, not in your own might, but in the strength that holds the whole world together.
Amen. 🙏