Today’s Always Uplifting Verse and Devotional to start your day off right!

In Christ Alone

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John 14:6 — Jesus said to him, “I am the way, and the truth, and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me.”

Keith Getty didn’t want to play it safe. Not with his faith, and definitely not with his music. He’d watched too many church songs drift toward shallow waters. Many songs were big on feeling, but light on truth. And something in him stirred. There had to be more.

One afternoon, over coffee, he told his friend Stuart Townend about a few melodies he’d been working on. He promised to send him a CD.

When Stuart popped it into his player days later, the first track made him pause. He sat back, listening carefully. There’s something about this, he thought. There’s something quite eternal and enduring.

He called Keith. They spoke at length about what the melody could hold. Stuart said what they were both thinking, “What if this song traced the whole story of Jesus—His life, death, resurrection—and what that means for us today?”

Stuart took the idea and ran. He wrote with purpose, determined to lay out the faith clearly—verse by verse, doctrine by doctrine—yet in a way anyone could understand. The lyrics poured out, beginning not with the believer, but with Christ Himself.

Some warned them that writing modern hymns was a dead end. But the song took off like wildfire—across churches, denominations, even generations. It taught people the faith. It comforted the doubting. It fed the hungry, and it sparked a whole movement of rich, theological worship for a new era.

They had hoped to write one good song. Instead, they helped reintroduce depth to worship. This was not because they tried to be revolutionary, but because they stayed rooted in scripture.

In the end, Keith and Stuart marveled at the beauty of a simple truth: the story of Christ changes lives. It was not enough to water it down. It was not enough to be half-sure. People needed the whole story—unashamed and unedited. That was the news that turned searching souls into believers, and that was the song’s greatest gift.

May you hold that same resolve. Do not shrink back. Share the story that brings hope, because this world still needs the light that only truth can bring.

 

LYRICS

In Christ alone my hope is found;
He is my light, my strength, my song;
This cornerstone, this solid ground,
Firm through the fiercest drought and storm.
What heights of love, what depths of peace,
When fears are stilled, when strivings cease!
My comforter, my all in all—
Here in the love of Christ I stand.

In Christ alone, Who took on flesh,
Fullness of God in helpless babe!
This gift of love and righteousness,
Scorned by the ones He came to save.
Till on that cross as Jesus died,
The wrath of God was satisfied;
For ev’ry sin on Him was laid—
Here in the death of Christ I live.

There in the ground His body lay,
Light of the world by darkness slain;
Then bursting forth in glorious day,
Up from the grave He rose again!
And as He stands in victory,
Sin’s curse has lost its grip on me;
For I am His and He is mine—
Bought with the precious blood of Christ.

No guilt in life, no fear in death—
This is the pow’r of Christ in me;
From life’s first cry to final breath,
Jesus commands my destiny.
No pow’r of hell, no scheme of man,
Can ever pluck me from His hand;
Till He returns or calls me home—
Here in the pow’r of Christ I’ll stand.

Words and Music by Keith Getty & Stuart Townend

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Sunday Morning Struggles

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Isaiah 26:3 — “You keep him in perfect peace whose mind is stayed on you, because he trusts in you.” 

The dogs were barking at the squirrels and frogs again this morning. Lennox was wanting my attention. My teenage stepdaughter was hunting through my closet for a cardigan. Chris was glued to ESPN, and my hair was refusing to cooperate.

It’s safe to say, Sunday mornings at my house are a bit chaotic these days.

But sometimes, in the midst of the noise, I remember my mom. She would stand near the window on Sunday mornings, playing her flute. She always chose that old hymn that made her smile. I can still imagine her lifting her voice in praise.

“Turn your eyes upon Jesus,
Look full in His wonderful face.
And the things of earth will grow strangely dim,
In the light of His glory and grace.”

In those moments, everything just settled into peace.

This morning, however, I felt anything but calm. I told Chris to go on without me. We both serve at church, and showing up in a bad mood is never ideal. I just needed a few more minutes to get my life together.

In the stillness that followed, that old hymn crept back into my mind. I felt a gentle question press on my heart: Have you spoken to God yet? It stopped me in my tracks.

It was Sunday, of all days, yet I had rushed right past Him. My eyes had been fixed on the chaos instead of the One who brings peace.

The dogs still barked. The cardigan remained missing. The ESPN highlights rolled on. But somehow, those things seemed smaller when I turned my eyes back where they belonged.

If your life feels loud and chaotic like mine does, know this: there is another way to see it. When you lift your eyes to Him, the noise fades into the background. The chaos shrinks, and the peace grows. So, take a deep breath and look up. Let Him carry the weight that was never yours to bear alone.

Turn your eyes to Him, and watch the chaos shrink in the light of His grace.

 

LYRICS

O soul, are you weary and troubled?
No light in the darkness you see?
There’s light for a look at the Savior,
And life more abundant and free!

Refrain:
Turn your eyes upon Jesus,
Look full in His wonderful face,
And the things of earth will grow strangely dim,
In the light of His glory and grace.

Through death into life everlasting
He passed, and we follow Him there;
O’er us sin no more hath dominion—
For more than conqu’rors we are!

His Word shall not fail you—He promised;
Believe Him, and all will be well:
Then go to a world that is dying,
His perfect salvation to tell!

Hymn by Helen H. Lemmel

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Facing Giants with Faith

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Romans 8:31 – “What then shall we say to these things? If God is for us, who can be against us?”

David didn’t look like a warrior. He was sunburned from long days in the hills, and his hands smelled like sheep. He didn’t carry a sword or shield, just a sling and a knapsack with bread and cheese for his brothers at the battlefront.

But when he reached the camp, the air felt thick with something worse than war—fear.

Goliath was enormous, and louder than life. He strutted out each morning, mocking Israel and their God, and the soldiers, grown men seasoned by battle, just stared at the dirt. Nobody moved. Not even the king.

But David couldn’t stomach the silence.

He asked why no one was stepping up. They laughed and told him to mind his sheep. But David had seen deliverance before—in the hills, from the jaws of lions, from the claws of bears. This was no different. This giant wasn’t bigger than the God he knew.

He knelt by a stream, careful with his choices. Five smooth stones. One sling. And a heart full of faith.

As David stepped into the valley, Goliath laugh thundered. But David’s eyes were steady on the One who had always been faithful. He knew this fight wasn’t his to win. It was God’s.

A single stone flew, small but mighty. Time seemed to stand still. Then, with a mighty crash, Goliath fell. Silence spread, followed by a roar of victory. What followed was a surge of courage in men who had once been paralyzed by fear.

What mattered most wasn’t that David was brave. It was that he was certain. Certain of God’s power. Certain that one step in faith could be enough to move heaven.

We spend too much time counting stones, doubting our worth, imagining every way we could fail. But maybe the question isn’t “Are you enough?” Maybe it’s: Do you trust the One who is?

God still brings giants to the ground, and He still uses the unexpected to do it. So, take heart. Let your faith rise and stay certain that He is about to do what only He can do.

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Living Unapologetically Free

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John 8:36 — “So if the Son sets you free, you will be free indeed.”

“Free indeed.”

That’s what Jesus promised me, and for a long time, I didn’t believe it.

Counseling gave me some tools to navigate the mess inside, sort through years of self-doubt, and even breathe a little deeper. But sitting quietly before the Lord one morning—Bible open, heart laid bare—I felt something shift.

This wasn’t just healing. This was freedom, and it came when God whispered truth into a part of my heart I always kept covered up.

I can still see that day in my mind. I was just a kid, all bright eyes with laughter bubbling up with every breath. My heart was open to the world. I thought that was a good thing.

Then someone I respected—someone whose opinion mattered—made a joke: “No one takes you seriously.”

It was a throwaway comment, but it hurt. I laughed about it to soften the blow, but the seed took root. From then on, a quiet voice tagged along wherever I went. It whispered to me in job interviews, on ministry teams, every time I was called to lead.

“No one takes you seriously. You’re silly. Immature. Forgettable.”

But that morning—just me and Jesus—I finally listened to someone who actually knew me, and His words spoke louder than the lie.

God’s voice didn’t shame me. It called me: “Capable. Wise. Joyful. Delightful. Chosen. Mine.”

Sure, I had some growing up to do. Who doesn’t? But I’m done apologizing for being the person God made me to be. That is exactly the woman He wants to use. I don’t have to hide or wear a mask. I can be smart and still crack a joke. I can lead boldy and laugh.

Because Jesus didn’t just save me. He set me free.

If you’re living under someone else’s label, ask God who He says you are. Because the truth? It’s His words that matter, and His words set us free to be exactly who He made us to be—no masks, no shame. Just freedom.

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Stand in the Gap

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I’ll never forget the day my son, Alvin III, announced he was moving to Australia.

He was in his mid-twenties. Sharp-minded. Kind-hearted. Talented.

He had earned a music degree and was passionate about writing and producing. He entered competitions, wrote secular music, and spent his free time with people who didn’t love Jesus. No, he wasn’t running wild, but he wasn’t walking toward the Light either.

So, he packed his bags and left Nashville for Melbourne—a move that felt like a whole world away from everything we had taught him.

I wanted to reach across oceans and pull him back. But I couldn’t. And that’s when I realized I was fighting a battle I couldn’t see with my eyes. I prayed every day that God would watch over him.

My son later told me, “Mom, I told God, ‘Whoever gets me first, You or the Devil, that’s the way I’m going to go.”

Had I known that at the time, my heart would have sunk, but in hindsight, I’m grateful I didn’t. It forced me to keep praying in faith, not in fear. And it reminded me of what’s really at stake. We’re not battling bad decisions. We’re standing between our loved ones and an enemy who wants their hearts.

The older I get, the more I believe it’s true: there’s a real war waging over the next generation. It’s not obvious at first glance, but underneath the distractions, anxiety, self-doubt, and silence, there’s a tug-of-war for their souls.

That’s where we come in.

You and I—we are the gap-standers. We hold the line when our kids feel nothing. We pray when they don’t want us to. We fast when we don’t see results. We speak life even when their choices break our hearts.

So don’t give up. Suit up.

There’s a battle raging, and your prayers may be the very thing that tips the scale.

— CeCe Winans

 

Lyrics:

Sometimes I fall to my knees and pray
Come Jesus come
Let today be the day
Sometimes I feel like I’m gonna break
But I’m holding on
To a hope that won’t fade

Come Jesus come
We’ve been waiting so long
For the day You return
To heal every hurt
And right every wrong
We need You right now
Come and turn this around
Deep down I know
This world isn’t home
Come Jesus come

There’ll be no war
And there’ll be no chains
When Jesus comes
Let today be the day
He’ll come for the weak
And the strong just the same
And all will believe
In the power of His name

Come Jesus come
We’ve been waiting so long
For the day You return
To heal every hurt
And right every wrong
We need You right now
Come and turn this around (turn this around)
Deep down I know
This world isn’t home
Come Jesus come
Come Jesus come

One day He’ll come
And we’ll stand face to face
Come and lay it all down
Cause it might be today
The time is right now
There’s no need to wait
Your past will be wash by rivers of grace

Come Jesus come
We’ve been waiting so long
For the day You return
To heal every hurt
And right every wrong
We need You right now
Come and turn this around (turn this around)
Deep down I know
This world isn’t home
Come Jesus come
Come Jesus come
Come Jesus come

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Living Beyond the Hurt

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Ephesians 4:31-32 – “Let all bitterness and wrath and anger and clamor and slander be put away from you, along with all malice. Be kind to one another, tenderhearted, forgiving one another, as God in Christ forgave you.”

Some men age by the calendar. Bruce Seaver aged by what he survived.

He doesn’t talk about it much, but he was 31 when they shot him out of the sky. The year was 1965, and the Vietnam War had no end in sight. What followed wasn’t strategy or tactics—it was just survival. Bruce spent over seven years in captivity.

His is not the kind of story people expect. There’s no big climax, no revenge, and no sweeping rescue. Just long days, empty stomachs, and a slow-burning resolve. Faith, Bruce says, is what kept him sane.

When he finally came home in 1973, the word “hero” followed him like a shadow. He still squirms when he is called one.

“No,” he said, voice even, “I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. The real heroes are the ones who didn’t come home.”

He could’ve come back angry. Some did. But Bruce chose to leave bitterness behind. Back home in West Monroe, he didn’t lash out or preach. Instead, he hugged his wife, kissed his daughters, and started living again.

In a world that insists that bitterness is strength and paints forgiveness as weakness, Bruce showed a different kind of courage. It’s one the world doesn’t quite know what to do with. He said it best: “I just want to focus on time gained, not time lost.”

At ninety-one, he still swims thirty minutes every morning—not to outrun the past but to stay grounded in the present. And maybe that’s the truest kind of hero: the one who is mistreated and never lets it twist his heart.

So, friend, what might it look like for you to stop clinging to what hurt you and choose what heals instead?

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Let Wonder Wash Over You

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Psalms 93:4 – “Mightier than the thunders of many waters, mightier than the waves of the sea, the Lord on high is mighty!”

It is funny how some moments live forever in your bones.

When I was young, Caney Lake felt like home. My grandfather’s porch overlooked it, and we spent slow, golden hours there watching birds soar and listening to old gospel songs crackle through his radio. We did not say much. We did not need to. The water did the talking.

But it wasn’t until years later that I realized how much I’d missed.

It was Independence Day, and we piled onto my great-uncle’s pontoon to watch fireworks from the lake. As the boat drifted into open water, the sky burst into a thousand colors, but my eyes kept drifting to the water below—how far it stretched, how deep it ran. The lake I thought I knew was bigger than I ever imagined.

That night, I understood I had always admired the surface—the sun dancing on the water, the reflections of the trees—but I’d never stopped to consider the depths. Floating above that mystery, I felt breathtakingly small.

Wonder washed over me, and I realized I was looking at something that went far beyond my understanding. It was a glimpse of something holy, a gentle reminder that I was part of a story much bigger than myself.

That feeling never left me. It reminded me that creation itself is a love letter from its Maker. Every leaf, every wave, every sunrise—each one points back to the God who formed it into being. But it’s so easy to just focus on the surface (our schedules, our worries, our comforts) and miss the wonder that’s all around us.

That night taught me creation is more than just a backdrop to our lives. It’s an open invitation to pause, to breathe, and to let wonder stir our hearts to gratitude. I want to be the kind of person who sees the fingerprints of God in the everyday, who lets wonder guide me back to the Creator who holds it all together.

Maybe you need that too. Maybe we all do—to trade the safe shoreline for the deep places where wonder can find us again.

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The Gift of Being Different

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Deuteronomy 14:2 — “You have been set apart as holy to the Lord your God, and he has chosen you from all the nations of the earth to be his own special treasure.”

Growing up, I always knew I was different.

From family to classmates at school, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I just didn’t fit in. It felt like everyone else had some critical ingredient I was missing. Kids my age raised their hands, answered questions, laughed out loud like they belonged there.

For the longest time, I thought something was wrong with me. I was timid, more introverted, and often wondered if anyone even noticed me. That feeling of invisibility started to shape how I saw myself. I developed low self-esteem and bent over backward trying to please people.

But one day, one of those classmates invited me to go to church with her. I didn’t have a good reason to say no, so I went, nervous and unsure. That’s where I first heard about Jesus—how He came for people like me. The misfits, the quiet ones, and the ones who don’t know where they belong.

He came for me, and He loved me enough to give His life for me.

That felt like sunlight cracking through a storm cloud. For the first time, I felt truly seen and known.

But I wish I could say the insecurities vanished overnight. They didn’t. I carried them into high school, college, and early adulthood.

Then one Sunday, a pastor said something that caught me off guard. He said, “You are different.” My heart sank, but he went on: “God made you that way—on purpose, for a purpose.”

I sat up straighter. For the first time, I thought: maybe I wasn’t defective after all. Maybe I was designed by a loving God who had a plan for my life—and maybe my differences were actually gifts.

Later, I found it in Scripture—Deuteronomy 14:2. God sets us apart, chooses us, and calls us His special treasure. That’s not just poetic. That’s personal.

That’s when I started to see it and embrace it. I was handpicked by God, different, and made with a purpose only I could fulfill.

And maybe you need that reminder, too. Maybe you’ve spent too long thinking your differences disqualify you. But the truth is: God doesn’t make mistakes. He made you different on purpose, for a purpose—so you could bring something only you can bring to His family.

Don’t let the world’s lies define you. Let Jesus reintroduce you to the you He made—a masterpiece, a treasure. The real, set-apart you.

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Prayer that Changes Everything

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James 5:16 — “The prayer of a righteous person has great power as it is working.”

I had to put my phone down. Not out of discipline or digital detox—I just couldn’t stomach what I was seeing anymore.

I was sitting backstage between shows on the Hits Deep tour with TobyMac, but then I read about the horrific school shooting in Nashville at The Covenant School. Three children. Three adults. A place that should’ve been safe. My chest felt heavy, the kind of weight that steals your breath without asking.

The headlines alone were gutting, but it was the comment section that knocked the wind out of me.

“Thoughts and prayers,” someone had written, emojis dripping sarcasm.

“Oh great, that’ll fix everything.” said another.

My chest tightened. Did people really think prayer was useless?

I thought of my mama. I had caught her more times than I could count bent at the edge of her bed whispering prayers. I knew those prayers had carried me through every heartache and sleepless night, and, without her, I would not even know Jesus.

Grief and gratitude tangled inside me. The tragedy was real, the loss unimaginable. But those memories of Mama’s prayers were a good reminder. If God had moved mountains before, He would do it again.

Backstage before the next show, I closed my eyes and prayed—hard—for the grieving families, for the kids who’d never come home, for a cynical world that had forgotten how to hope.

And that’s when the song started to form in my mind. I carried it with me all the next day, humming it under my breath. That night, I picked up my guitar and wrote the song Somebody Prayed.

Friend, if you know Jesus, it’s because somebody prayed for you. Maybe it was your grandma on a creaky porch swing or a friend on their knees. Don’t underestimate what those prayers can do.

Let’s be the ones who hold up the hurting in a world that’s lost its way. Let’s believe—together—that prayer isn’t a cliché or a last resort. It’s the one thing that can change the world, one desperate, hope-filled cry at a time.

— David Crowder

 

 

LYRICS:
Somebody Prayed
Every night there by your bed
You fold your hands and bow your head
Throwing out another prayer in faith
When you wonder if He’s hearing you
Look at me I’m living proof
I’m only right where I am today
Because somebody prayed

So I hit my knees
Cause I’ve seen all heaven move
(Don’t matter if you hit rock bottom,
My God pick you up when you call Him)
I pray, Father please
Cause I’ve seen what He can do
(Don’t matter if the storm cloud coming,
My God come through when you call Him)
These hands have no power
But there ain’t an hour He don’t come through
That’s why when mountains move I say
Looks like somebody prayed

For the child of God that’s far from home
The one who thinks they’re too far gone
I’m throwing out another prayer in faith
Worn out altars, tear stained pews
Still I won’t give up on you
I believe that anything can change
When somebody prays

I’ve seen miracles come from feeble words
I’ve seen hospital rooms turned into cathedrals
And I’ve seen freedom come to the prisoner
You can’t tell me that prayer don’t work

Every night there by your bed
When you fold your hands and bow your head
Not a single word you’ve ever said in vain
Cause He hears everything

Music video by Crowder performing Somebody Prayed. © 2024 sixstepsrecords LLC and Capitol CMG, Inc

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Finding Light After the Longest Night

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Psalm 30:5b – “Weeping may tarry for the night, but joy comes with the morning.”

Summertime always takes me back to childhood camping trips with my family.

Every Friday, we eagerly packed up for our weekend adventure. Before we upgraded to a travel trailer, our family of five would squeeze into a large tent, excited for nights under the stars.

I vividly remember one trip when a storm came in the middle of the night. As a young girl, I was terrified. Rain pelted the tent as thunder cracked like a whip, echoing through the forest. The thin canvas walls felt utterly useless against the raw power of the winds.

Certain we would not survive, I woke my mom. Her voice, steady and calm, cut through the chaos. She assured me she would not let anything happen to my siblings or me. We were safe.

Her words soothed my anxious mind enough to let me drift back to sleep. I woke the next morning to sunlight streaming through the trees and to peace knowing we made it.

Life’s tempests can feel no less daunting as an adult. Disappointments crash into our world and heartaches pound us like a hurricane. We feel exposed, defenseless. In those moments of crippling fear, it is easy to forget we are not alone.

But just as I wholeheartedly trusted my mom in the storm, we can trust God to cover us and keep us safe. His strength steadies us when our own fails.

Here is the unexpected truth: the fiercest storms only last a night. Just like that childhood tent, our faith may feel flimsy, but when we hold on, we find unseen strength and peace.

The storms may be inevitable, but they do not have to define us. Because God is with us, we can weather them. So hold on to this truth – our hope, like the sunrise, is always just a morning away.

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