Ephesians 2:19 – Today’s Verse for June 4, 2025 Wednesday

“Now therefore ye are no more strangers and foreigners, but fellowcitizens with the saints, and of the household of God.“
—  Ephesians 2:19 KJV

Reflection on Today's Verse

You’re no longer a stranger or outsider. You’re family. Not just a guest—God actually gave you a room in the house, your name on the mailbox. That’s the kind of belonging we spend our lives chasing, and God hands it to us freely in Christ.

This isn’t about earning a spot or trying to fit in. You already do. Not because you’re perfect, but because Jesus is. Grace did what good behavior never could—it adopted you. You’re not on probation in God’s household. You’re fully in. And once you belong, you belong. No one can revoke it, not even you on your worst day.

Isn’t that wild? You’re not awkwardly sitting at the edge of the table hoping to be noticed. You’ve got a seat, a place, and a Father who calls you His own.

Personal Prayer

Father, thank You for welcoming me into Your household—not as a guest, but as family. I don’t deserve it, but You’ve called me home anyway. Help me believe I belong, even when my heart feels like a stranger. Remind me I’m not on the outside looking in—I’m Yours, fully loved, fully accepted.

Teach me to live like I’m part of Your family. Let my life reflect the grace that brought me here. And when I forget who I am, whisper it again: I am no longer a stranger—I’m Your child. Amen.

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