When Worship Found Its Heart

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Romans 12:1-2 — And so, dear brothers and sisters, I plead with you to give your bodies to God because of all he has done for you. Let them be a living and holy sacrifice—the kind he will find acceptable. This is truly the way to worship him. Don’t copy the behavior and customs of this world, but let God transform you into a new person by changing the way you think. Then you will learn to know God’s will for you, which is good and pleasing and perfect. 

The band didn’t play that morning.

It was the late 1990s and the church was full. Matt Redman stood off to the side of the stage without his guitar. The lights were on, but the sound system was silent.

His pastor, Mike Pilavachi, had made the call.

The church had become increasingly focused on excellence—production, sound, atmosphere. None of those things were wrong. But something underneath it all had started to thin out.

So he stripped it away.

No instruments.
No band.
Just voices.

He told the congregation they needed to remove everything and check where their hearts really were.

So they did.

Week after week, the room stayed bare. There were no crescendos. No polished sound. Just human voices—thin, imperfect, and honest.

And in that quiet space, the words of Scripture felt closer than ever: offer your bodies as a living sacrifice to God. That is your true act of worship.

Not the set list.
The heart.

Not the atmosphere.
The offering.

Without the music, the question became unavoidable: What is worship when all the extras disappear?

Only a life offered to God.

During that season, Matt Redman picked up his guitar at home and wrote words that would circle the world:

“When the music fades
All is stripped away
And I simply come…
I’m coming back to the heart of worship
And it’s all about You, it’s all about You, Jesus.”

It wasn’t written for charts. It was written from conviction.

Because worship was never meant to be just a moment on Sunday. It’s a life—offered daily to the One who gave it.

That’s what Romans invites us to do: not just sing songs to God, but offer ourselves to Him.

So today, lay down whatever has become performance. Let go of what only looks spiritual. Bring God what’s real.

Because when the music fades, what matters most is not the song that filled the room…

…but the life that found the altar.

A MOMENT TO REFLECT

  • When do you find it easiest to focus on the “experience” of worship instead of the heart behind it?
  • What does it mean to you to offer your life as a “living sacrifice” to God?
  • How might your daily choices reflect worship beyond a Sunday service?
  • Is there anything in your life that has become more about appearance than surrender?
  • What is one practical way you can offer yourself to God today?

Lyrics:

When the music fades
All is stripped away
And I simply come

Longin’ just to bring
Something that’s of worth
That will bless your heart

I’ll bring You more than a song
For a song in itself
Is not what You have required

You search much deeper within
Through the ways things appear
You’re looking into my heart

I’m comin’ back to the heart of worship
And it’s all about You
It’s all about You, Jesus

I’m sorry Lord for the thing I’ve made it
When it’s all about You
It’s all about You, Jesus

The King of endless worth
No one could express
How much You deserve? Lord

Though I’m weak and poor
All I have is Yours
Every single breath

I’ll bring You more than a song
For a song in itself
Is not what You have required

You search much deeper
You search much deeper within
Through the way things appear
You’re looking into my heart

I’m comin’ back to the heart of worship
And it’s all about You
It’s all about You, Jesus

I’m sorry Lord for the thing I’ve made it
When it’s all about You
It’s all about You, Jesus

I’m comin’ back to the heart of worship
And it’s all about You
It’s all about You, Jesus

I’m sorry Lord for the thing I’ve made it
When it’s all about You
It’s all about You, Jesus, yeah
It’s all about You

Every song we sing
Every breath we breathe, Jesus
It’s all about You
It’s all about You, Lord

I’m comin’ back to the heart of worship
And it’s all about You
Since it’s all about You, Jesus

I’m sorry Lord for the thing I’ve made it
When it’s all about You
It’s all about You, Jesus

Sing to say, it’s all about You
Every melody every heartbeat
Every breath we breathe
It’s all about You

There’s no one
It’s all about You
It’s all about You
It’s all about You
Yeah we know that

You will not share Your glory with another
Oh, You shall not share Your glory with another
Jesus, You will not share Your glory with another
Oh, You shall not share Your glory with another

You will not share Your glory with another, Jesus
Oh, You shall not share Your glory with another
There’s no other

You will not share Your glory with another
Oh, You shall not share Your glory with another
There’s no other

There’s no like you in the Heavens and the Earth

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When Enough is Enough

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Matthew 6:19-21 — Don’t store up treasures here on earth, where moths eat them and rust destroys them, and where thieves break in and steal. Store your treasures in heaven, where moths and rust cannot destroy, and thieves do not break in and steal. Wherever your treasure is, there the desires of your heart will also be. 

The check was bigger than anything Rich Mullins ever expected to see with his name on it.

Songs he had written—honest, raw, deeply about God—were being picked up by labels. Christian radio was playing them. Other artists were recording them. Royalties were coming in steadily now.

By every standard, he was doing well.

But Rich felt uneasy about it.

This was the late ’80s and ’90s. He could have upgraded his life without anyone questioning it. A bigger house. A nicer car. More comfort. Most people would have called that wisdom.

Instead, Rich asked a different question:

How much is enough?

He believed money was a tool, and he didn’t want it quietly reshaping his heart. Jesus had warned that where our treasure is, our hearts will follow—and Rich didn’t want his heart buried in things that could be lost, stolen, or worn away.

So he did something almost unheard of.

He asked his record label to cap his income at what he called a “working man’s salary.” Just enough to live on. Everything beyond that, he gave away to charities and ministries serving people in need.

There were no announcements. No campaigns built around his name.

He kept writing. He kept touring. But money stopped being the thing he chased—or feared. His life became simpler, lighter. And his generosity made clear what he valued most.

Rich Mullins didn’t live a long life. He died in 1997 at just 41 years old. But he lived a clear one. His songs still point people to God today. And his choices still challenge the assumption that more is always better.

Jesus said, “Wherever your treasure is, there the desires of your heart will also be.”

What we do with what we have reveals what we love most.

True generosity isn’t about having excess. It’s about deciding what really matters. Defining “enough” keeps money in its proper place and keeps our hearts anchored somewhere that doesn’t fade.

So today, consider what God has placed in your hands. Use it well. And let generosity shape a life that stores up treasure in the only place it lasts—heaven.

 

A MOMENT TO REFLECT

  • When you think about your resources, what feels like “enough” to you?
  • How do Jesus’ words about treasure challenge the way you think about money or success?
  • In what ways can generosity help keep your heart focused on eternal things?
  • What is one practical way you could use what you’ve been given to bless someone else this week?
  • Where do your choices reveal that your heart’s treasure really is?

SOMETIMES BY STEP

BY RICH MULLINS

Sometimes the night was beautiful
Sometimes the sky was so far away
Sometimes it seemed to stoop so close
You could touch it but your heart would break
Sometimes the morning came too soon
Sometimes the day could be so hot
There was so much work left to do
But so much You’d already done

O God, You are my God
And I will ever praise You
O God, You are my God
And I will ever praise You
And I will seek You in the morning
And I will learn to walk in Your ways
And step by step You’ll lead me
And I will follow You all of my days

Sometimes I think of Abraham
How one star he saw had been lit for me
He was a stranger in this land
And I am that, no less than he
And on this road to righteousness
Sometimes the climb can be so steep
I may falter in my steps
But never beyond Your reach

O God, You are my God
And I will ever praise You
O God, You are my God
And I will ever praise You

I will seek You in the morning
And I will learn to walk in Your ways
And step-by-step You’ll lead me
And I will follow You all of my days

And I will follow You all of my days
And I will follow You all of my days

And step by step You’ll lead me
And I will follow You all of my days
And I will follow You all of my days
(Sometimes the night was beautiful)
And I will follow You all of my days
(Sometimes the night . . .)
(Sometimes the night was beautiful)
And I will follow You all of my days
(. . . Was beautiful)
(Sometimes the night was beautiful)
And I will follow You all of my days
(So beautiful)
And I will follow You all of my days
And I will follow You all of my days

And I will follow You all of my days
(O God, you are my God)
And I will follow You all of my days
And I will follow You all of my days
(Sometimes the night was beautiful)
And I will follow You all of my days

And I will follow You all of my days

Songwriters: David Strasser / Richard W. Mullins

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Words Hurt, Truth Heals

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Proverbs 12:18 — Some people make cutting remarks, but the words of the wise bring healing.

Mean girls don’t remember what they said

But it’s funny because, well, I can’t seem to forget.

Most of my childhood was spent either singing or riding horses—sometimes both at the same time—so this felt pretty on brand. When I was thirteen, I broke my hand because the ground gave way underneath my big horse, Crispy. One trip to the doctor, a hot pink cast, and a few weeks later my hand was good as new. Eventually, I forgot all about the pain.

That’s the thing about broken bones. They heal, and life moves on.

I wish words worked the same way.

I wish the things people said when they were careless or cruel could be wrapped up, and forgotten after a little time. But words don’t heal like bones do. They stay. They replay and stick around long after the moment has passed.

If you and I were sitting across from each other over coffee, I’m guessing you wouldn’t have to think long to tell me what words hurt you most. You could probably tell me exactly who said them, where you were standing, and how small they made you feel. Because even if it’s been years, the sting is still familiar.

I’ve had my own run-ins with mean girls. People who spoke without thinking…or worse, people who spoke knowing exactly what they were doing. Either way, their words left bruises you couldn’t see but felt every time you doubted yourself or your worth. Every time, their voices shouted louder than the truth.

Scripture doesn’t sugarcoat this. Proverbs 12:18 says, “The words of the reckless pierce like swords, but the tongue of the wise brings healing.”

Some words cut deep. And some words heal deep. There’s no pretending otherwise.

For a long time, I let reckless words name me. I let them cling to my heart like they were permanent. But here’s what I’ve learned: just because words stick doesn’t mean they’re true, and just because something hurts doesn’t mean it gets the final say.

God is the One who names us. He is the One who heals us. He is the One who tells us who we really are. The voices that wounded you don’t get to write your story. They don’t get to define your future, either

Words can pierce like swords—but God’s truth binds wounds. They are what last.

So, here’s the invitation today: stop rehearsing what hurt you and start repeating what heals you. Let God’s words be the loudest ones in your life. Let them replace every label that never belonged to you in the first place.

You are not what they said. You are who God says you are.

Chosen.
Known.
Loved.

And His words are strong enough to heal what theirs never should have touched.

— LeAnna Crawford

 

A MOMENT TO REFLECT

  • What words from your past still replay in your mind?
  • Who spoke them — and have you allowed those voices to define you?
  • What names or labels has God given you in His Word?
  • Where do you need to replace a painful memory with a healing truth?
  • What kind of words are you speaking over others — cutting or healing?

 

Lyrics:

I try to pray but the words aren’t coming out the way they used to
Did I lose my faith God do I still trust You (mmm)
I try to worship but when I lift my hands it all just feels so empty
Is it the heavy of the world or is it just me (mmm)
Though I’ve sung a thousand times
You’re perfect and You’ll never leave leave my side

Can I be honest
I just wanna know that You still got this
When all I’m holding onto is a promise
God You promised
That You’ll never leave me
When I’m scared of the dark You’re right there with me
Your kindness never fails, it’s always reaching after me
But right now, God all I need
Is to be honest

Oh I’ve heard stories of you showing up when it was least expected
Every time you prove your timing always perfect – and the wait was worth it
Again and again and again – see your power coming through
You bring life to what is dead – no there’s nothing You can’t do
I believe you did it then – so won’t You do it now

Can I be honest
I just wanna know that You still got this
When all I’m holding onto is a promise
God You promised
That You’ll never leave me
When I’m scared of the dark You’re right there with me
Your kindness never fails, it’s always reaching after me
But right now, God all I need
Is to be honest

Is Your breath when I can’t breathe
Your eyes when I can’t see
An anchor as the waves crash all around
Be my heart when I can’t feel
And show me something real
Just one taste of heaven here and now

Can I be honest
Can I be honest
I just wanna know that You still got this
When all I’m holding onto is a promise
God you promised
That you’ll never leave me
When I’m scared of the dark You’re right there with me
Your kindness never fails, it’s always reaching after me
But right now, God all I need
But right now, God all I need

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When Differences Become Gifts

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Psalm 133:1 — How good and pleasant it is when God’s people live together in unity!

I watch the front door slam behind her and know this is going to matter more than either of us realizes.

Amanda and I are barely a year into marriage, still learning how to disagree without burning the house down. She’s Jamaican—expressive and fiery. I’m American—quiet, stubborn.

“I hate living in this country. I’m going home,” she says.

The words hang in the air.

At first, I give her space. That’s my instinct. But something won’t let me stay put. I find her sitting on a curb a few streets away—homesick now, anger spent. She gets in the car, and we sit in silence.

“You’ve got to stop saying you hate America and that you want to go home,” I finally say. “Because one day I’m going to say, ‘Okay. Go then.’”

It isn’t harsh. It’s honest.

Marriage can’t survive if one person is always halfway out the door.

Later, she tells me that moment changed everything. Choosing me meant choosing this life. And that decision saved our marriage more times than I can count—because our differences didn’t fade. They multiplied.

Take birthdays. In Jamaican culture, if the sun comes up and there’s no big gift or celebration, congratulations—you’ve ruined everything. I learned that the hard way. We still laugh about it.

But those differences also became gifts. Her family’s joy. Their faith. Their wholehearted love for God. I’d leave their house spiritually full, reminded of what matters most. And she learned to love parts of my world, too.

Our family grew—with biological children and then international adoption that felt less like a plan and more like an interruption from Heaven we couldn’t ignore.

Our multicultural family didn’t become united because life got easier. It became united because love stayed.

Sacrificial love has always been the glue.

Scripture says,

“How good and pleasant it is when God’s people live together in unity.” — Psalm 133:1

Unity isn’t sameness. It isn’t erasing differences. It’s not pretending hard things aren’t hard.

Unity is staying.

It’s choosing presence over escape. Service over self. Commitment over convenience. It’s love that works through the hard instead of walking away from it.

If your life is marked by differences—culture, personality, background, opinion—don’t assume those differences are problems to solve. They may be the very place God is teaching you how to love.

Stay committed. Stay united. Let God shape something beautiful right where you are.

— TobyMac

A MOMENT TO REFLECT

  • Where in your relationships are you tempted to withdraw instead of stay?
  • How have differences—cultural, personal, or otherwise—shaped you in unexpected ways?
  • What does unity look like in your life right now: sameness, or sacrificial love?
  • What is one practical way you can choose presence over escape this week?

 

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Holding On During Hard Days

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Romans 8:38-39 — And I am convinced that nothing can ever separate us from God’s love. Neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither our fears for today nor our worries about tomorrow—not even the powers of hell can separate us from God’s love. No power in the sky above or in the earth below—indeed, nothing in all creation will ever be able to separate us from the love of God that is revealed in Christ Jesus our Lord.

Some days, faith feels solid. Other days, it feels like you’re holding it together with duct tape and coffee.

I wrote “Even If” on one of those duct-tape days.

My oldest son was diagnosed with Type 1 diabetes when he was two. He’s grown now, but that diagnosis didn’t grow out of our lives. It’s still there woven into our lives. You get your good days, and then you get days that remind you this thing isn’t going anywhere.

I remember when we were headed to his six-month checkup. If you’ve ever been there, you know—it feels like being called into the principal’s office. Your stomach tightens before you even sit down. I don’t remember if the appointment was “good” or “bad.” It doesn’t really matter. What mattered was the reminder that so much of our life still revolved around this illness. And I was worn out by it.

I had a show that night. I was supposed to walk on stage and sing about hope. About trust. About a God who holds it all together. And honestly, I didn’t want to. Sometimes standing under lights and telling people it’s going to be okay feels impossible when you’re not sure you believe it yourself.

I hate admitting it out loud, but what I was struggling with the most that day was knowing God can heal my son…and He hasn’t.

On my bad days, that’s the lie that hits hardest. The one that tries to convince me that unanswered prayers mean something about God… or about me.

I kept thinking about those three guys standing in front of the fire—Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego. They don’t bargain with God. They don’t hedge their bets. They say they believe God will rescue them but even if He doesn’t, they’re still not bowing. They’re still not surrendering. He’s still worth it.

Most days, I don’t “get it.” I doubt. I worry. I get angry. I ask why. And that used to scare me—until I realized my relationship with Jesus isn’t built on how steady I feel. It’s built on who He is. He can handle my hard questions. He can handle my frustration. He’s not fragile. He is strong.

And it was on one of those days of reminding myself of that truth on a hard day, that the song “Even If” came pouring out as pen on the page. It was my line in the sand. A reminder to my own heart that even if God doesn’t do what I think He should, He’s still my greatest hope.

Later, my middle son Charlie—who is a lot like me, ADHD and all—said something that stuck. He told me, “Dad, I think I know why you do this for a living. If you didn’t sing about it every night, you’d forget.”

He wasn’t wrong.

Singing these songs is muscle memory for my soul. It’s how I hide truth in my heart when my feelings won’t cooperate. It’s how I lift my eyes when circumstances keep dragging them down. Night after night, I’m reminded of something Scripture says plainly. It’s something I need spelled out every day.

“For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.” Romans 8:38–39

Chronic illness doesn’t disappear. Hard seasons don’t always resolve. Some prayers don’t come with the ending we hoped for. But God’s worthiness didn’t start when our trouble showed up and His love never wavered. It was established long before, and it isn’t threatened by anything.

“Even If” is my reminder. Maybe it’s yours too on days when faith feels hard. It’s a choice to keep trusting because love like God’s doesn’t let go.

And sometimes, the bravest thing you can do is sing that truth again until your heart remembers it.

— Bart Millard

 

A MOMENT TO REFLECT

  • When faith feels hardest for you, what thoughts or fears tend to surface first?
  • Have you ever wrestled with the tension between believing God can intervene and facing the reality that He hasn’t—yet or at all?
  • What does it mean to you that God’s love is not dependent on the strength of your faith or the outcome of your prayers?
  • In what ways do you “hide truth in your heart” when your feelings won’t cooperate?
  • What might an “even if” kind of faith look like in your life right now?

 

Even If – Lyrics

They say sometimes you win some
Sometimes you lose some
And right now, right now I’m losing bad
I’ve stood on this stage night after night
Reminding the broken it’ll be alright
But right now, oh right now I just can’t

It’s easy to sing
When there’s nothing to bring me down
But what will I say
When I’m held to the flame
Like I am right now

I know You’re able and I know You can
Save through the fire with Your mighty hand
But even if You don’t
My hope is You alone

They say it only takes a little faith
To move a mountain
Good thing
A little faith is all I have right now
But God, when You choose
To leave mountains unmovable
Give me the strength to be able to sing
It is well with my soul

I know You’re able and I know You can
Save through the fire with Your mighty hand
But even if You don’t
My hope is You alone
I know the sorrow, and I know the hurt
Would all go away if You’d just say the word
But even if You don’t
My hope is You alone

You’ve been faithful, You’ve been good
All of my days
Jesus, I will cling to You
Come what may
‘Cause I know You’re able
I know You can

I know You’re able and I know You can
Save through the fire with Your mighty hand
But even if You don’t
My hope is You alone
I know the sorrow, and I know the hurt
Would all go away if You’d just say the word
But even if You don’t
My hope is You alone

It is well with my soul
It is well, it is well with my soul

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Redeemer in the Ruins

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Psalm 107:2 — Has the LORD redeemed you? Then speak out! Tell others he has redeemed you from your enemies.

I grew up knowing that music wasn’t just something you did. It was something that lived in you.

In my family, music ran deep. Little Richard. Bessie Smith. Names people recognize. So it was no surprise when folks assumed my sisters and I would sing too. That part felt expected. Almost scripted. What didn’t feel expected happened one day at church, when a family friend pulled me aside and spoke words to me that really resonated.

He said God would take me around the world singing for Him and that He would give me “songs in the night.”

At the time, I smiled politely and tucked those words away. I cherished what he said though I didn’t know what to do with them. “Songs in the night” sounded deep and meaningful. Encouraging, but vague. It wasn’t until much later—much, much later—that I understood what he meant.

After high school, I went to Bible college in Dallas. That’s where I met the man who would become my first husband. From the outside, everything looked right. Ministry. Marriage. The next step. But before the wedding day ever arrived, something had already gone terribly wrong.

By the time I stood at the altar, I didn’t have the heart to tell my parents this man had already hit me.

So I didn’t tell them.

For the next three years, I lived inside the cycle of domestic violence—the apologies, the promises, the fear, the shame, the silence. I kept thinking if I just prayed harder and loved better something would change. Instead, the darkness closed in. I questioned every decision I’d made. Some days, I questioned whether I wanted to keep living at all.

Night has a way of doing that. It shrinks your world. It convinces you that this is all there is.

In those nights, when I begged God for mercy, I didn’t hear an audible voice. What I received—unexpectedly—were songs. Other people’s songs. I found songs whose lyrics carried hope when my own words couldn’t.

Music became the place where light still found me. And slowly, I realized God wasn’t absent in my darkness. He was right there with me.

Eventually, I got out of that abuse. I also made a vow to God that I would do things differently. I meant it with my whole heart. But patterns don’t break overnight. I found myself in another relationship that led to a second marriage. This one was not marked by fists, but by betrayals.

Betrayal after betrayal. Things no wife ever wants to discover.

And once again, nighttime.

This time, though, something shifted. In this night season, I began to write—not for an audience or for radio—but to survive. I wrote the words of truth found in scripture as I was living it. And in the middle of that broken season, doors opened I never planned for.

A record deal, an album, and one song in particular that rose straight out of that place of pain called “Redeemer.”

I didn’t write it because life was good. I wrote it because God was still faithful when life was hard. I knew that my redeemer lives and he meets us right where we are.

Scripture gives us all the challenge to tell of all our redeemer has done for us. It says in Psalm 107, “Let the redeemed of the Lord tell their story—those He redeemed from the hand of the foe.”

That verse is an invitation to speak out about ways God has delivered you and about things you still believe He will deliver you from. From night into morning.

Those songs I was promised didn’t come in spite of the night. They came because of it.

If you’re walking through a season where the light feels far away, know this: God still sings over His children. And sometimes, the bravest thing you can do is tell your story. You don’t have to be someone who has it all together but just someone who knows they have been redeemed.

— Nichole Mullins

 

A MOMENT TO REFLECT

  • In what ways has God met you during a “night season” in your life?
  • Are there parts of your story where you can now see God’s presence, even if you couldn’t at the time?
  • What has God redeemed you from—or what do you trust Him to redeem you through?
  • How has God used music, Scripture, or another unexpected gift to carry you when words were hard to find?
  • What might it look like to gently and wisely share your story of redemption with someone else?
  • How does knowing that God is faithful in the darkness change the way you face your current circumstances?

 

L Y R I C S

Who taught the sun?
Where to stand in the morning
And who taught the ocean
You can only come this far
And who showed the moon
Where to hide till evening
Whose words alone can
Catch a falling star

Well I know my Redeemer lives
I know my redeemer lives
All of creation testifies
This life within me cries
I know my redeemer lives
Yeah

The very same God
That spins things in orbit
Runs to the weary
The worn and the weak
And the same gentle hands
That hold me when I’m broken
They conquer death to bring me victory

Now I know my redeemer lives
I know my redeemer lives
Let all creation testify
Let this life within me cry
I know my redeemer

He lives to take away my shame
And he lives forever I’ll proclaim
That the payment for my sin
Was the precious life He gave
But now he’s alive and there’s an empty grave

And I know my redeemer, he lives
I know my redeemer lives
Let all creation testify
Let this life within me cry
I know my redeemer

I know my redeemer lives (I know my redeemer lives)
I know (I know my redeemer lives)
I know that, I know that, I know that, I know that, I know
I know my redeemer lives
(Because he lives I can face tomorrow)
He lives, I know, I know, I know
He lives, he lives, he lives
(I spoke with him this morning)
He lives, he lives, he lives
(The tomb is empty)
He lives, he lives, he lives
(I’m gotta tell everybody)

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Jericho in My Rearview

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Hebrews 13:6 — We can say with confidence, ‘The Lord is my helper, so I will have no fear. What can mere people do to me?”

The song comes on while I’m driving, and suddenly I’m not just running errands anymore.

Andrew Ripp’s “Jericho” fills the car. Oh, I just love it.

And before I realize it, I’m thinking about walls. Ancient ones. Tall ones. The kind that make you feel small just standing in their shadow. The song pulls me back into Joshua’s story—the one I’ve heard a hundred times—but today it feels personal. Maybe because the chorus keeps echoing that line about faith being louder than fear, and something in me knows I need that reminder right now.

Joshua didn’t win because he had the better plan or the stronger army. The walls didn’t fall because marching is some magical military strategy. The real victory happened earlier when Joshua chose to believe God over what his eyes were telling him. Before a single brick moved, he trusted that the city was already his.

That’s the part that gets me. Because fear always makes the walls look higher than they really are. Fear points out every crack in my confidence and every reason this won’t work. Faith, on the other hand, feels risky. It asks me to trust before I see proof.

And honestly, I see myself there. Standing in front of situations that feel impossible. Waiting for the walls to move first before I can believe. Letting fear call the shots while I tell myself I’m just being realistic.

Then the Andrew Ripp song hits these lyrics “Oh Lord, my prison turns to ruin when Your love moves in. All of my fears like Jericho walls gotta come down, come down, come down”—and clarity rushes in.

See victory doesn’t begin when the walls fall. It begins when belief rises. Jesus said trouble would be part of this life, but He also said He has already overcome the world. That means fear doesn’t get the final word. Hebrews 13:6 puts it this way: “So we can confidently say, ‘The Lord is my helper; I will not fear. What can man do to me?’”

The walls I’m facing don’t magically disappear. They’re still real. Still tall. But they’re no longer in charge. Faith reframes the battlefield because it knows I’m not fighting alone.

So today, I’m choosing belief over fear. I’m taking one step of faith, even if the walls are still standing. That’s where victory starts. It’s where trust leads, hope breathes again, and I remember that the Overcomer is already walking ahead of me.

 

A MOMENT TO REFLECT

  • What “wall” are you facing right now that feels too tall to overcome?
  • Where have you been waiting to see the walls fall before choosing to trust God?
  • What would it look like today to take one step of faith instead of letting fear lead?
  • How does remembering that “the Lord is my helper” change the way you view your situation?

 

J E R I C H O

I’ve stacking up the years I spent trading punches with the enemy
Built myself a double thick stone tower of lies, higher than the eye could see
Trapped in my flesh & bone
Crying out to You Lord, I’m desperate
Love come rattle this cage and set me free

All of my fears, like Jericho walls,
Gotta come down, come down
All of my fears, like Jericho walls,
Gotta come down, come down
Oh Lord, my prison turns to ruin
When Your love moves in
All of my fears, like Jericho walls,
Gotta come down, come down
Come down

Truth was crashing through the pride and the blame
Cutting straight to the heart of me
Long before I ever called your name
You were fighting for my victory
Carved in Your flesh and bone
The wounds that have said my souls forgiven
Oh now I can feel the darkness trembling

Rebuild me from the ground up
All I wanna see is You
Terrify the lies with truth

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The Song After the Silence

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John 16:33 — In the world you will have tribulation. But take heart; I have overcome the world.

Jeremy Camp sat on the edge of the couch with his guitar across his lap. The weight of grief pressed heavily on his chest, a pain so deep that it left him breathless. He wasn’t sure if he was ready to play anything, much less feel anything.

Growing up, Jeremy saw the power of prayer when his family was in need. Bags of groceries would appear on their doorstep when they had nothing. Those moments were teaching him to trust God, preparing him for a far greater trial.

Back then he didn’t think much of it. Now he could see how those little rescues had shaped him, teaching him that God didn’t always explain Himself, but He always showed up.

Moving to California had been a leap of faith he couldn’t quite justify, except that he felt pulled there. That’s where he met Melissa. She didn’t talk about faith like she was trying to impress anyone. But she spoke about it like it was just part of her. She was so steady and rooted in the Lord.

Even when the word cancer entered her life, the diagnosis would not hinder their love story. They got married anyway, choosing each other in the middle of uncertainty.

Their honeymoon was sweet, but there were moments — brief ones — when she’d press a hand to her stomach and try to wave off her pain. They didn’t dwell on it. They were twenty‑something and in love and trying to believe the best.

When they got home, the news hit hard. The cancer had spread.

Suddenly everything was measured in weeks. They prayed. They hoped. They did everything they knew to do. And four and a half months after they said their vows, Melissa was gone.

In the aftermath, twenty-two-year-old Jeremy was left sitting in that room that felt too big without her. He asked God why. He didn’t know what else to say. But no answers came. There was just a sense that he was supposed to trust God even without explanations.

He finally let his fingers fall onto the strings. A melody came out. It was unfiltered and raw about both the pain he felt and the trust he had in God. The words were, “I will walk by faith, even when I cannot see.”

It became the lyrics to his future hit song, I Still Believe. And just like those lyrics, we know that trusting God means knowing His character. Scripture puts it another way: “Those who know Your name trust in You, for You, Lord, have never forsaken those who seek You.”

This isn’t a story about understanding pain. It’s about learning to trust in the middle of it. Faith doesn’t erase grief, but it gives you somewhere to aim it. And sometimes the most you can do is take the next step with open hands and let God meet you right where you are.

Jesus never promised us a life without pain. In fact, He promised the opposite. “In this world you will have tribulation.” But He also promised something stronger—that He has already overcome the very world that wounds us.

Faith doesn’t erase grief, but it gives you somewhere to aim it.

 

A MOMENT TO REFLECT

  • Where are you being asked to trust God right now, even without answers?
  • What pain are you carrying that you haven’t yet placed in Jesus’ hands?
  • What would it look like to take heart today—not because life is easy, but because Jesus has already overcome?

 

L Y R I C S

Scattered words and empty thoughts
Seem to pour from my heart
I’ve never felt so torn before
Seems I don’t know where to start
But it’s now that I feel Your grace fall like rain
From every fingertip, washing away my pain

I still believe in Your faithfulness
I still believe in Your truth
I still believe in Your holy word
Even when I don’t see, I still believe

Though the questions still fog up my mind
With promises I still seem to bear
Even when answers slowly unwind
It’s my heart I see You prepare

The only place I can go is into your arms
Where I throw to you my feeble prayers
In brokenness I can see that this was Your will for me
Help me to know that You are near

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Not Alone After All

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Psalm 94:19 — When the cares of my heart are many, your consolations cheer my soul.

I should have been on cloud nine, but instead I’m falling apart inside.

On paper, life is unreal. I’m touring with Bethel Music. I’m writing with people whose songs shaped my faith. I’m standing in rooms I never dreamed I’d ever be invited into. Everything is moving so fast, and everyone keeps telling me how blessed I am. I believe them. I really do.

But that night after returning from tour, standing in my boy’s bedroom, something inside me starts to break down.

My wife Brittany is putting one of our sons to bed. I’m lying next to another, just listening to his breathing. And out of nowhere, this wave of panic and depression hits me. My thoughts spiral so fast I don’t know what to do. I don’t recognize myself. I feel like I might crash out or do something crazy just to make the feeling stop.

Pride keeps me from calling anyone. It feels too vulnerable. So, instead, I text two of my closest friends. I tell them I’m not okay. I tell them I’m scared.

They try to call me back, but I don’t answer. I’m still trying to be dad, trying to be steady, and did I mention how vulnerable talking on the phone felt?

Then my phone buzzes again. It’s a voice message.

It’s my buddy, Micah.

I can tell he’s worried. But on his message, he just prays for me. With my son curled against me, I just listen to Micah’s prayer. And something breaks inside of me in a good way. It’s enough to breathe and enough for me to finally admit I can’t carry this alone.

You see, I haven’t told anyone how this season of touring and success makes me feel when I come home. Not even my wife. So I go to Brittany and confess everything I’ve been holding in. She just holds me close in that moment.

Looking back, and after months of professional counseling, I see what was going on that led to my crash out.

On tour, I had gotten so used to the adrenaline, mountaintops, and constant motion that my body didn’t know the difference between joy and pressure. It only knew stress, and when I got home and life got back to normal, the adrenaline crashed. It hit my mind hard and dark thoughts filled the places where stress once lived. Insecurities. Questions I’d never asked before. Lies I never thought I’d believe.

Getting help changed everything. Talking to my counselor reminded me that there is a true north even when my internal compass is spinning. Through every high and low, God is my steady constant to comfort me in the deepest places.

As we see in the Psalms, “When the cares of my heart are many, your consolations cheer my soul” (Psalm 94:19). And sometimes, God’s consolation sounds like a friend praying over you, or feels like arms holding you when you finally tell the truth.

That night changed how I listen to my limits. Even when life looks meaningful and full, the soul can still be overwhelmed. But God’s consolation often comes through people willing to step into the weight with us.

So maybe the bravest thing we can do is stop pretending we are fine and allow His comfort to meet us where we actually are.

— Brandon Lake

 

A MOMENT TO REFLECT

  • When life looks “good” on the outside, are there places in your heart that still feel overwhelmed or heavy?
  • What keeps you from asking for help when you’re struggling—fear, pride, or the pressure to appear strong?
  • Who has God placed in your life that could be a source of His comfort if you let them in?
  • In moments of anxiety or emotional exhaustion, where do you usually turn first—for relief or for distraction?
  • What would it look like today to stop pretending you’re fine and allow God’s consolation to meet you where you truly are?
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Strong Enough to Need Him

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Philippians 4:13 — I can do all things through him who strengthens me.

Matthew West is holding one of those letters. The kind written so carefully. It was like the writer needed to steady her hands before she started. He opens it slowly. A mother’s voice comes through first. Warm. Tender. The kind that loves deep and worries harder than she lets on.

In her letter, she tells Matthew about her daughter, Haleigh, and a car ride close to home that should have been uneventful. But on the road there was black ice slick as Crisco in a cold skillet. With one quick slide and one hard impact, everything familiar got shattered.

I bet you can picture it too, because we’ve all driven those roads before. The kind where you’re almost home and already thinking about what’s for supper. Then the tires lose their grip, and there’s nothing left to do but pray and brace yourself.

The letter keeps going. Hospital rooms. Surgeries that blur together. Rehab that demands grit you don’t know you have. Haleigh learning how to stand again, and most days are measured by small victories most people would never notice.

Somewhere in that long trial, someone tries to offer comfort. They mean well. They always do. They say God won’t give you more than you can handle.

Haleigh’s response lands, plain and steady. She says if that’s true, then God must think she’s pretty strong.

Matthew was touched by that. It was so relatable. We’ve all said things like that on difficult days. All the while, we’re holding ourselves together with prayer, coffee, and the stubborn belief that quitting isn’t an option.

Back in that letter, it becomes clear Haleigh didn’t make it through on sheer determination. She made it through because when her strength failed, God’s didn’t. She stood—not because she was unbreakable—but because she was held by Him. That realization settles into Matthew’s heart and doesn’t let go. He picks up his pen to honor her story, and a song starts forming.

When “Strong Enough” finally finds its way to radio, it met me as a listener right where I was in my car. Midday. Mid-life. Mid everything. And I recognize myself in it—not in the victory, but in the needing.

Philippians 4:13 says, “I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.” I’ve heard it since I was knee-high and recited it in Sunday school. It’s stitched it into my memory, but now it reads differently.

It doesn’t sound like a challenge. It sounds like relief. Like permission to stop pretending the strength was mine to begin with.

So, if today finds you tired but faithful, steady but stretched thin, you’re not failing. You’re living the kind of faith that shows up. The kind that knows God’s strength has a way of carrying us when ours runs out—and that, somehow, is enough to keep going.

 

A MOMENT TO REFLECT

  • When you hear “I can do all things through Christ,” do you tend to hear it as pressure or as promise?
  • Where in your life are you currently relying on your own strength instead of God’s?
  • Have you ever experienced a season where God carried you when you had nothing left to give?
  • What does it look like for you to admit weakness without feeling like you’ve failed?
  • How might trusting God’s strength—rather than your own—change the way you face today?

L Y R I C S

You must
You must think I’m strong
To give me what I’m going through
Well, forgive me

Forgive me if I’m wrong
But this looks like more than I can do
On my own

I know I’m not strong enough to be
Everything that I’m supposed to be
I give up
I’m not strong enough

Hands of mercy won’t you cover me
Lord right now I’m asking you to be
Strong enough
Strong enough

For the both of us
Yeah

Well, maybe
Maybe that’s the point

To reach the point of giving up
‘Cause when I’m finally
Finally at rock bottom

Well, that’s when I start looking up
And reaching out
I know I’m not strong enough to be
Everything that I’m supposed to be

I give up
I’m not strong enough
Hands of mercy won’t you cover me
Lord right now I’m asking you to be

Strong enough
Strong enough
‘Cause I’m broken
Down to nothing

But I’m still holding on to the one thing
You are God and
You are strong when
I am weak

I can do all things
Through Christ who gives me strength
And I don’t have to be
I don’t have to be strong enough
Strong enough

I can do all things
Through Christ who gives me strength
And I don’t have to be
Strong enough
Strong enough
Oh, yeah

I know I’m not strong enough to be
Everything that I’m supposed to be
I give up
I’m not strong enough
Hands of mercy won’t you cover me
Lord right now I’m asking you to be
Strong enough
Strong enough
Strong enough

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