How Do You Spark a Movement?

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“And do not forget to do good and to share with others, for with such sacrifices God is pleased.”

Hebrews 13:16 

Emma was bone tired. Motherhood had a way of stretching her in ways she never expected. Some days, she felt like she had disappeared entirely.

So when she flipped over a box of diapers at Target and saw the gift card, she froze. A note was taped to the back.

“Hey! You deserve that special ‘you’ thing. You are amazing!”

The words unraveled something inside her. She did not even realize how badly she needed to hear that.

Tears burned her eyes. She had been giving and giving—pouring everything into her baby, her home, her family. And here, in the middle of a Target aisle, a stranger’s kindness reminded her that she was worth something too.

Days later, the moment still had not left her. She kept thinking about that stranger, about the way a small act had meant so much.

So, she decided to do it herself.

She went back to Target, but this time, she was not just running errands. She had four times the amount she had been given—gift cards, handwritten notes—and she scattered them through the baby aisle.

She shared her story on TikTok, expecting nothing—until it took off. Suddenly, people all over were recreating the moment in their own towns, leaving little gifts of encouragement behind. What started as a simple act of generosity had turned into something so much bigger.

Because that’s the thing about generosity—it doesn’t end with you. It ripples outward, turning everyday moments into something special. Someone’s kindness had changed Emma’s day, and in return, she changed dozens more.

Who could be waiting on your kindness today? The small thing you do might be the biggest thing in someone else’s story.

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A Song of Hope in Fear

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“I sought the Lord, and he answered me and delivered me from all my fears.”

Psalm 34:4

Pam e-mailed her story to us, and when I read it, I felt the weight of it—the fear, the waiting, the desperate need for something to break through the anxiety.

I know that feeling. Maybe you do, too. This is what she said:

“I had already beaten cancer once, and I thought I was done with this fight. But then the cough started. 

At first, I told myself it was nothing. But when weeks passed, then months, I started to wonder. I visited the doctor, and he ordered some tests. 

The X-ray was taken, but the weight of the unknown pressed heavier on my chest than any illness ever could. As I left, I climbed into my car, silent, and braced for the worst.

Then, through the radio, Lauren Daigle’s voice broke through, singing, ‘You’re going to be okay.’ Tears spilled down my face. In that moment, I wasn’t just hearing a song—I knew I was hearing directly from God. 

Twenty minutes later, my phone rang. No sign of cancer! Relief washed over me, but something deeper settled in. The fear had been so real, but, I realized, so was God’s presence. 

Even before I knew the results, the healing had already begun. Because in my fear, in my waiting—God was already there. And He used this station to remind me.” 

Wow! Pam’s story is powerful because it’s real. And it is not just her story—it is all of ours. The fear, the anxiety, the nights spent wondering how much more we can take.

But God meets us there. And sometimes, He does it through something as simple as a song on the radio.

That is why this matters. Because of you, someone else will turn on the radio at just the right moment and hear exactly what they need.

Your generosity makes this possible. You are part of stories like Pam’s, and because of you, there will be more—more hope, more reminders that God is near, even in the fear.

Thank you for making that possible!

 

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There is Power in the Blood

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“In Him we have redemption through His blood, the forgiveness of our trespasses, according to the riches of His grace.”

Ephesians 1:7

Lewis Edgar Jones had spent years doing all the right things. He worked hard. He was faithful to his church and prayed when he could. And yet, beneath it all, something felt … hollow.

It was not that he doubted God, but deep down, he wondered: Where is the power?

Not just talk. Not just tradition. He needed to know if faith had the power to change things. Could it really reach into the mess of his life and do something about it?

But this week, at the yearly camp meeting, he felt it.

He had not expected to weep the way he had or to feel so undone. But in the presence of Jesus, something deep within him cracked open. Hope had pressed its way back into his heart, alive in a way he had not felt since he was a boy.

But Jones knew revival was not just about what happened here. He thought of the people beyond this place—his coworkers, the folks in the town square, and the families at his church.

His heart ached for them because he knew the question they, like him, were too afraid to ask: Is this real? Can Jesus actually do something in my life?

Yes. A thousand times yes.

The blood of Jesus had changed him. It had given him a hope that no effort, no good works, no routine religion ever could.

So he reached for a scrap of paper and began to write a song. “Would you be free from the burden of sin? There’s power in the blood, power in the blood.”

That night, he sang it softly to himself. It was more than a song. It was a testimony.

Years later, crowds would sing it in unison, and today, that same power still reaches out. To you. To all who long for something real. You do not have to stay the same or figure it out on your own. Come to the One who has never lost His power.

Come to Jesus.

“There is power, power, wonder working power 
In the blood of the Lamb 
There is power, power, wonder working power 
In the precious blood of the Lamb”

 

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Discover Your Potential

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“For God gave us a spirit not of fear but of power and love and self-control.”

2 Timothy 1:7

I was perfectly fine staying in my comfort zone. It was nice there. Predictable. Safe. And then, along came Paul Goldsmith, who had the audacity to think I should dream bigger.

You see, for years, I had this dream stirring inside me to create something meaningful that would point people to God’s love. But every time I considered stepping out, I could hear my own voice whispering, Who do you think you are?

And for a while, I believed it.

But for years, Paul called me just to say, “Lisa, you should start a podcast!” And every time, I’d laugh it off. “Right, Paul. I’ll add that to my never-gonna-happen list.”

He did not give up that easily. So he kept nudging and challenging me, until I finally ran out of excuses. And then something wild happened. A group of friends—dear, wonderful, slightly pushy friends—rallied around me. They did not just cheer me on; they fully funded the podcast launch. And with Paul’s coaching, “Life with Lisa Williams” was born.

Through it all, I realized something. We all need people like Paul who will not let us quit on what God has placed inside of us.

More importantly, I have found Jesus is the ultimate voice in our corner. He is the One who refuses to let us settle for less than we were made for. He sees the fear, the hesitation, the self-doubt—and He speaks right through it. “You were made for more.”

So, friend, who is speaking into your life? And more importantly, are you listening? Because the greatest moments of your life will not come from playing it safe. They will come when you take His hand and trust that He sees the potential in you, even if you don’t yet.

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Letting Go of Worries

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“Come to me, all who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.”

Matthew 11:28

I could feel the weight of it pressing on my chest before I even opened my eyes.

The endless list of things to do. The responsibilities. The expectations. The constant need to plan, manage, and make sure everything stayed together.

I had started this year with so much hope. I had set my goals, mapped out my plans, and committed to growing in my faith. But now? Now I just felt tired. I was doing everything I could to keep up, but no matter how hard I tried, there was always something slipping through the cracks.

Sitting in the quiet of the morning, Bible in hand, I felt the frustration rising. Lord, I’m trying. I really am. But it never feels like enough.

And then, in the stillness, a truth settled over me like a warm embrace: It was never supposed to be yours to carry.

Tears blurred my vision. I had spent so much energy trying to control things that were never mine to control. I had mistaken worry for responsibility, as if my stress could somehow change outcomes.

But God had never asked me to hold the weight of the world.

He had called me to prayer, not pressure. He had asked me to seek Him. To trust, not control.

I had been exhausting myself over things I was never meant to manage, when all He had ever asked me to do was prepare my heart for where He was leading.

And so, I let go.

Not because everything was fixed. Not because I suddenly had all the answers. But because I finally understood—peace does not come from control. It comes from trust.

Maybe you are feeling it, too. The weight, the worry, the overwhelming pressure to figure everything out. But friend, you do not have to carry this.

God is already holding everything in His hands.

Let yourself breathe again. Let yourself rest. Just seek Him.

That is all He has ever asked.

And that is enough.

 

Psalm 23

1 The LORD is my shepherd; I shall not want.
2 He makes me lie down in green pastures. He leads me beside still waters.
3 He restores my soul. He leads me in paths of righteousness for his name’s sake.
4 Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me;
    your rod and your staff, they comfort me.
5 You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies; you anoint my head with oil; my cup overflows.
6 Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life, and I shall dwell in the house of the LORD forever.
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God Speaks, We Follow

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“My sheep hear my voice, and I know them, and they follow me.”

John 10:27

I can still remember the way my heart pounded in my chest.

“Hey, I don’t know why, but I just feel like I’m supposed to ask … Can I pray for you?”

My manager barely looked up at me. “No, I’m fine.”

So, I nodded, said something nice, and walked away feeling embarrassed. Maybe I had misunderstood God. For a while after that, I questioned if I had just imagined it.

Life moved on, and if I am honest, I stopped stepping out in faith like that. Years passed. Then one day, out of nowhere, a message appeared on my phone screen.

“David, I don’t think I ever told you, but thank you. The last time we talked, I told you no. What I didn’t tell you was that I was badly addicted to meth at the time. I lied to you. I was not okay! But you told me that God loved me, that He had a plan for me, and that He would make a way out. 

A couple of weeks later, I hit rock bottom and called my parents. Things did not go the way I expected, but somehow, I ended up in Chicago, and I have been clean ever since. Three weeks after getting sober, I found out I was pregnant. My daughter could have suffered from all the choices I made, but by some miracle, she was born completely healthy.”

I sat there, staring at the screen, completely undone. All those years, I had believed that moment was a failure. That I had missed it.

But God does not miss it.

He never does.

How many times since then had I ignored His voice, assuming it would not matter? How many moments had I let slip by because I was afraid of looking foolish?

Not anymore.

God is speaking. He is moving. And if He is nudging you today—don’t ignore it. You have no idea what He might be setting into motion.

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God is Still with You

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“Be strong and courageous. Do not fear or be in dread of them, for it is the Lord your God who goes with you. He will not leave you or forsake you.”

Deuteronomy 31:6

There are people in your life who make you stop and think, How does she do it? Sarah is one of those people for me.

Three kids with special needs, a life that never slows down, and a faith deep enough to carry it all. I have watched her handle things that would have leveled me. But today, as we sat across from each other, I saw something different in her eyes.

She stirred her coffee and said, “I’ve been trying to put the last few years into words, and I finally figured it out.” She glanced up. “It has been a hurricane.”

I frowned. “A hurricane?”

She nodded. “For so long, I was just trying to survive. Holding on, keeping my kids safe, and fighting to keep everything from falling apart.”

My chest ached at the honesty in her voice.

“And then one day, it was over. The storm passed. Life was … calmer.” She hesitated. “I should’ve felt relieved.”

I waited.

“But instead, I finally looked around and realized—things were broken. My marriage had cracks I didn’t see before. Some friendships didn’t make it. And my own heart?” She exhaled. “I wasn’t the same either.”

She met my eyes. “I thought the miracle was that God got me through. But the real miracle is that He’s still here. He’s standing in the wreckage with me, showing me what’s worth saving and what needs healing. He doesn’t just rescue us—He restores us.”

I sat there, her words pressing into places in my own heart I hadn’t even realized were aching.

We talk about God parting the sea. Calming the storm. Delivering us. But we don’t always talk about the God who kneels beside us afterward, helping us pick up the pieces.

If you’re looking at what life has left behind and wondering how to move forward, listen—God is still here. He’s not done with you.

The storm may have passed. But the rebuilding? You don’t have to do it alone.

Let Him be more than the one who saved you.

Let Him be the one who stays.

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Faith Moves Mountains

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“Ah, Lord GOD! It is you who have made the heavens and the earth by your great power and by your outstretched arm! Nothing is too hard for you. ”

Jeremiah 32:17

It is easy to believe in miracles until the door slams shut in front of you.

Sitting in that embassy office, I felt crushed under the weight of disappointment. Everything for the adoption had seemed perfectly aligned—the paperwork, the planning, the prayers. And yet, here I was, immobile and speechless as the dude behind the desk shared these words:

”You will never bring these children home!”

As I left, grief threatened to overwhelm me. But in the middle of despair, I found myself saying words to another grieving mother as she sobbed leaving the embassy: “Let me tell you something! If these children are meant to be ours, the Lord will move, and nothing can stop Him.”

The words were not just for Karyn, the other mother—they were a lifeline for my own heart. Though the path ahead was unclear, we chose to trust that God’s plan was still unfolding.

Now, years later, I look at my teenage daughter, Channing, and marvel at what God has done. Every tear, every delay, and every heartbreak brought us to this moment—a beautiful soul growing into the person she was meant to be.

Dear one, if you are staring at an impossible situation, do not let fear convince you that God has forgotten you. He is still moving, still working, and still making a way. Keep trusting. Keep standing firm. The story is not over yet.

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Knowing God is Still Good

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“And we know that for those who love God all things work together for good, for those who are called according to His purpose.”

Romans 8:28

I meant well. I really did. I had spent the afternoon helping my uncle around his house—fixing small things, making conversation, just being there. It was the least I could do after everything he had been through.

As I grabbed my keys and turned to leave, I threw out a casual, “God bless you.”

Without skipping a beat, he pointed at his amputated leg and said, “I think God has blessed me enough.”

Cue the longest, most painful silence of my life.

Eventually, I muttered, “Alright, well… see ya,” and practically sprinted out the door.

The moment clung to me the rest of the day. Wow, I really got that wrong. I had no clue what my uncle actually believed about God. And yet, here I was, confidently acting like we had been having deep spiritual conversations for years.

But even though I misread the moment entirely, I could not shake the truth: God is good. Even when life does not look like it. Even when it hands you something you never would have chosen.

Maybe my uncle does not believe that right now. Maybe you are not sure either. But what if the very things that feel like the hardest parts of your story are the places where God is working the most? What if—despite everything—He is still turning broken things into something good?

Because I believe He is. And I hope one day my uncle does, too.

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You Are Safe in His Everlasting Arms

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“The eternal God is your dwelling place, and underneath are the everlasting arms.”

Deuteronomy 33:27(a)

Elisha’s chest ached. He was supposed to be writing encouragement for his Christian publication, but how could he encourage when the war had stolen so much?

Outside, the world was moving on—shops opening, carriages rolling by—but when he closed his eyes, he saw the families left in pieces.

He had read their stories in letters, seen it in the eyes of his friends. Mothers burying sons.  Young men burdened by memories too painful to speak out loud.

He exhaled slowly. “Lord, what can I say?”

His worn Bible lay open beside him, and a familiar verse stared back at him:

“The eternal God is your dwelling place, and underneath are the everlasting arms.” 

A lump formed in his throat. “Yes, Lord. That is the truth they need.”

He set his editorial aside. This needed to be something different—not just words of encouragement, but a song for weary hearts. And as he wrote, the words came effortlessly:

“What a fellowship, what a joy divine, 
Leaning on the everlasting arms; 
What a blessedness, what a peace is mine, 
Leaning on the everlasting arms.”

“Let them feel it, Lord,” he prayed. “Let them know they are not alone.”

And somehow, they did. “Leaning on the Everlasting Arms” traveled beyond his study, slipping into homes, churches, and hearts that needed it most. It carried people through storms and became a melody of comfort when they felt like falling apart.

And now, here you are.

Maybe you, too, have been living through suffocating grief or trauma. Maybe your heart is weary from carrying the weight alone.

But you are not alone. There is a love stronger than your pain, arms that will never let you go. No matter what has been lost, no matter how uncertain tomorrow feels, you can rest in the unshakable truth that you are loved by God.

Will you let yourself be held today?

 

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