Changing in the Checkout Line

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Colossians 1:11 — We also pray that you will be strengthened with all his glorious power so you will have all the endurance and patience you need. May you be filled with joy.

I only needed a few groceries—which is Southern for this should’ve taken ten minutes, tops.

It was one of those days where my to-do list had a to-do list. I was already behind, but I though I would just run in the store really quick. No browsing. No wandering. Just get the milk, get the bread, and get gone.

I picked the shortest check out line. Naturally. But that’s when the woman in front of me opened her purse.

Now listen—folks don’t really use coupons like they used to. But this woman? She had a stack thick enough to fan herself with. One coupon. Beep. Didn’t work. Another. Beep. Still didn’t work. The cashier tried again, then leaned over and typed like she was cracking a safe.

I could feel it in my body. My jaw got tight. My foot started tapping. I start doing that slow inhale, exhale thing because I had to remind myself I am a grown woman, saved, and I am not about to lose my Jesus over a box of cereal.

And right there—in the check out line of all places—I remembered a verse I’d read once.

Colossians 1:11, “Being strengthened with all power, according to His glorious might, for all endurance and patience with joy.”

That’s what I needed more than anything. I needed to choose endurance, to choose patience, and to choose joy. And you know, not through gritted teeth or by faking positivity.

Now, the coupons still wouldn’t scan, and the cashier still had to call for help. But as I sat with that verse, I loosened my grip on the cart. I gave up my frazzled stress, and I chose a better attitude.

When I walked out to my car, groceries tucked under my arm, I realized something: endurance isn’t about how fast we get through stuff. It’s more about what comes out of us while we’re being tested. And patience—real patience—has a way of pointing people back to the heart of God because of the way we treat them.

Most days, we’re not tested in the big moments. We’re tested in checkout lines and traffic and interruptions we didn’t plan. And Colossians 1:11 reminds us we’re not white-knuckling our way through it alone. There’s strength available. There enough endurance, patience, and joy to spare.

So maybe today, when things get a little frustrating, you’ll let that verse find its way back to mind. And maybe—right there in the middle of it—you discover that strength looks a lot like choosing grace when nobody would blame you for choosing frustration.

 

A MOMENT TO REFLECT

  • Where in your life right now are you being asked to practice endurance and patience instead of speed and control?
  • What does it look like for you to rely on God’s strength—not just to get through frustration, but to respond with joy in it?
  • How might choosing grace in small, unnoticed moments point someone else to the heart of God today?
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You Will Make It Through

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Isaiah 43:2 — When you go through deep waters, I will be with you. When you go through rivers of difficulty, you will not drown. When you walk through the fire of oppression, you will not be burned up; the flames will not consume you.

You’d think by now I’d know better than to remodel anything. Kitchens especially.

But somehow, these projects always sneak their way into my spiritual life, turning simple frustrations into something bigger than they are.

A few months back, I was in full renovation mode. Boxes blocked the hall, dishes camped out in the laundry room, and a thin layer of dust kept appearing on every surface I owned—as if it had signed a lease. I kept telling myself I was handling it. Truthfully, I was just surviving it.

Then one morning, my flooring guy showed up bright and early and immediately dove in. Within minutes, he had spread a fresh coat of wet cement across my entire kitchen. Which would have been fine—except for one small detail. I only have one door that leads to the bathroom, and it’s through the kitchen.

Wonderful.

I mean, that day felt like the plot of a bad sitcom. You can’t make this stuff up.

I tried explaining that I needed to get through, but the man didn’t speak English. I pointed, gestured, and attempted a smile that probably looked more like panic. He responded with wide eyes and frantic hand motions that said a universal: “Absolutely not.”

We went back and forth. We were two people playing charades in different languages. He obviously did not like the idea, but here’s the thing, life doesn’t stop for wet cement, and neither does my bladder. So eventually I took a step.

Right into the cement.

It was the only choice I had, and I crossed the room in that squishy sludge, ruining my sneakers. When I reached the far side, I looked back at the line of footprints trailing behind me. The flooring man shook his head, and I shrugged. There was nothing else to say.

Hours later, I thought back over the day and found myself remembering something I had read long before this remodel ever began. It was Isaiah 43:2 which says, “When you go through deep waters, I will be with you. When you go through rivers of difficulty, you will not drown. When you walk through the fire of oppression, you will not be burned up; the flames will not consume you.”

It struck me then that God never promised a life free of obstacles, detours, or wet cement. It didn’t say, “When you avoid the waters.” And it didn’t promise another route around them. No, He but promised to walk with usthrough challenges, hand in hand, side by side.

So, friend, if you’re wading through something right now—something that feels inconvenient or heavy or impossible to maneuver—I hope you’ll let that truth stay close to you today. You’re not stepping through it alone, and you’re not going to sink. You’re going to make it to the other side.

 

A MOMENT TO REFLECT

  • What “deep waters” or inconvenient challenges are you walking through right now?
  • How does it change your perspective to remember that God promises presence, not avoidance?
  • Where have you seen God meet you in the middle of frustration rather than removing it?
  • Is there an area of your life where you’re longing for a way around instead of trusting God to walk you through?
  • What would it look like today to take the next step forward, believing you won’t sink or be consumed?
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Waiting Well Brings Peace

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Joshua 21:45 — “Not a single one of all the good promises the Lord had given to the family of Israel was left unfulfilled; everything he had spoken came true.”

I stared at the screen, disbelief written across my face. “Delayed.” The word just sat there like a lump of coal in my inbox. I sank into the couch and groaned because my package would not arrive before Christmas morning.

Then I laughed at myself, shaking my head. Was I really this spoiled?

My mind wandered back to those Sears Christmas catalogs we had when I was a kid. I remember flipping through each page full of toys and trinkets, marking my favorites with a pencil before mailing it off, knowing it would take weeks to arrive.

Somehow, waiting made the gift feel more magical. Why was I letting impatience steal my Christmas spirit now?

I sat there, letting the question rest, the way snow settles on a porch railing. The truth was I had grown used to fast things, easy things, and things that showed up on my doorstep the next day.

But life does not work like two-day shipping. No—life is built on seasons that stretch us thin before they make us whole.

As I stared at the frustrating little notification, a verse I’d read earlier in the week rose to the surface: “Not a single one of all the good promises the Lord had given… was left unfulfilled.” (Joshua 21:45)

Not one.
Not ever.
Not then—not now.

My package might move at a snail’s pace, but the promises of God never do. They may feel slow from my point of view, but Scripture tells me they are always right on time.

I leaned back and let that truth soften the sharp edges of my irritation.
Maybe the delay wasn’t a disaster.
Maybe it was an invitation—to breathe, to loosen my grip on expectations, to trust the God who has never failed to keep His word.

And suddenly the delay stopped feeling like an interruption and started feeling like a blessing. If I could learn to wait for something as simple as a Christmas delivery, maybe I could learn to wait for the bigger things too.

Because hope grows in the space where impatience used to live.

So maybe the real question of this season isn’t How long will I have to wait?
Maybe it’s What might God be forming, teaching, or revealing in the waiting?

Perhaps today, you might pause too—notice the small moments around you, trust the promises you cannot yet see, and let patience turn your waiting into its own kind of gift.

 

A MOMENT TO REFLECT

  • Where in your life are you feeling impatient right now?
  • Which promise of God do you need to remind yourself is still true—even if you haven’t seen it yet?
  • How has God proven His faithfulness to you in past seasons of waiting?
  • What small practices could help you slow down and notice God’s presence in your waiting?
  • How might your perspective shift if you saw delays not as obstacles, but as invitations to trust?
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Jesus Is Worth the Wait

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Psalm 130:5 – I wait for the Lord, my whole being waits, and in His word I put my hope.

Before a single light twinkled on the tree, Jeannine set a small wooden manger on the coffee table. Nothing inside it but straw.

Her four little ones tore through the house, loud and curious.

“Where’s Mary?”
“Where’s Joseph?”
“Where are the animals?”

Jeannine just smiled and told them everyone was still on their way.

She wanted her children to feel the story, not just hear it. So she tucked the nativity pieces all around the house—behind books, under dish towels, perched on windowsills—each one waiting for its turn to move.

Every day, the figures inched closer to the stable. The kids checked on them like detectives, noting even the tiniest shift.

Before long, the slow journey became more than a game. It became a way for the whole family to enter the story—step by quiet step—feeling the waiting and the longing that God’s people carried for generations before the Messiah arrived. Every movement built anticipation. Every pause whispered that some promises unfold slowly.

Scripture describes waiting on God in the same way: not as passive or powerless, but as hope with its eyes wide open.

“I wait for the Lord, my whole being waits, and in His word I put my hope.” — Psalm 130:5

Waiting isn’t losing time. It is trusting that the God who promised is still at work, even when we can’t see movement.

On Christmas Eve, after the children finally drifted off to sleep, Jeannine placed the tiny baby in the manger. She rested her hand on the roof of the little stable and let the weight of that moment settle in.

And on Christmas morning? The kids flew right past the presents and ran straight to the manger. Their joy was bright and unmistakable. There He was. And somehow the waiting made His arrival feel even sweeter.

Every year since, Jeannine still sets up that slow-moving nativity. There’s something about those “we’re almost there” days that has changed them. The journey is no longer frustrating—confident hope is stitched into their hearts as they wait.

So how about you? Is there any area of your life where you feel like you are still waiting for God to move? The waiting is not wasted. Like Jeannine and her kids discovered, Jesus always arrives right on time—just as He promises.

 

A MOMENT TO REFLECT

  • Where in your life right now do you feel like you’re waiting on God?
  • How might you shift your waiting from frustration to hopeful expectation?
  • What promise from Scripture can you hold onto in this season?
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Beauty That Does Not Fade

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Joshua 21:45 — Not a single one of all the good promises the Lord had given to the family of Israel was left unfulfilled; everything he had spoken came true.

I am steering my cart down that aisle—you know the one. The aisle that always catches your eye no matter how focused you think you are. For me, it’s the skincare section.

It’s Black Friday, and sure, I should be looking for the next gift on my list right now. But there’s something about this aisle.

I lean over and pick up a box that claims to lift, smooth, and firm—basically a miracle in moisturizer form. I laugh under my breath. “I’ve got more serums than sense,” I tell myself.

Still, I reread the label.

The truth is, I’ve been struggling with this whole “gravity” thing, and every new product feels like a promise to win back what time has taken. Honestly, I could probably pay a car note with what I’ve spent chasing that fountain of youth.

But then, quietly, something in me resists. I’ve been praying about this—about learning to age gracefully, about not letting the mirror dictate my peace. And right there, I realize I don’t need it.

So, for the first time in a long time, I put the box back. Just like that. It seems small, but it feels like a big victory.

As I push my cart toward the next aisle, I think about how all of this—the sales, the shimmer, and the temporary glow—fades so fast. God’s promises are better. They don’t peel or expire. They hold true and stand the test of time.

And maybe that’s the reminder I needed most today: that “not one of all the good promises the Lord made has failed” (Joshua 21:45).

Every word He has spoken stands. So while the world may chase what fades, let’s hold onto the real beauty is found in contentment and trust. Because if I know one thing is true, God’s promises will never run out.

 

A MOMENT TO REFLECT

  • In what areas of your life are you tempted to chase temporary solutions instead of trusting God’s lasting promises?
  • How can remembering God’s faithfulness help you make everyday decisions with more peace and contentment?
  • Which promises of God have you seen come true in your own life, and how do they encourage your faith today?
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One Plate at a Time

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Philippians 1:9-10 — I pray that your love will overflow more and more, and that you will keep on growing in knowledge and understanding. For I want you to understand what really matters, so that you may live pure and blameless lives until the day of Christ’s return.

My favorite cook was Effie Mae Prewitt. She was my mom’s mom. We called her Ma-mae.

I can still see her standing at the stove in her kitchen — that worn skillet and the smell of butter melting before sunrise. She would hum some tune from church and was never in a hurry.

Her pancakes were perfection on a plate. Soft. Golden. Warm. I remember begging to spend Friday nights at her house, just so I could wake up to those pancakes and Saturday morning cartoons. That was better than a trip to Disney World.

I’d sit at her kitchen table, legs swinging, while she slid a fresh stack onto my plate. She would ask simple questions — how I was doing, if I’d slept well, if I wanted more syrup — and she’d listen like every word mattered.

Back then, I didn’t know she was teaching me something more important than a recipe. She was showing me what love looks like when it’s served hot off the griddle.

Now she’s gone. The kitchen’s quiet, and there’s no one to ask, “What are you cooking?” I miss her hands — always doing something kind for someone else.

When I think back on memories of her, I just think about the gospel. You know? In its simplest form — feeding the hungry, comforting the lonely, loving people. That’s what life is all about right?

I want the love I share to overflow the same way Ma-mae’s pancakes overflowed with warmth and care.

Philippians 1:9-10 comes to mind: “I pray that your love will overflow more and more, and that you will keep on growing in knowledge and understanding. For I want you to understand what really matters, so that you may live pure and blameless lives until the day of Christ’s return.”

So, how about you? It’s in those small, daily acts that Jesus’s love becomes visible through us. No matter how simple, I believe that whatever you do in love will warm hearts and change lives.

After all, that’s how Ma-mae did it — one plate at a time.

 

A MOMENT TO REFLECT

  • How can small, everyday acts of love make a difference in someone’s life?
  • In what ways can you grow in understanding what truly matters?
  • Who in your life models the kind of love Paul describes in Philippians 1:9-10, and how can you follow their example?
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Thankful For Sandpaper People

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Colossians 3:13 — Make allowance for each other’s faults, and forgive anyone who offends you. Remember, the Lord forgave you, so you must forgive others.

I stir the pasta sauce on the stove and glance out the kitchen window, letting the quiet of the evening settle around me. The day had been full of people—some kind, some careless, and a few who seemed determined to push every one of my buttons.

I shake my head and laugh at myself, because I have a name for these types in my prayers. I call them sandpaper people. They scratch, they irritate, they rub you wrong without even trying, and somehow, God always seems to place them right in my path.

I breathe in slowly, the aroma of garlic and tomato mingling with the evening air, and let the tension go.

Sandpaper, I remind myself, smooths rough edges. And I have plenty. I have places I do not even see—spots where I can be abrasive, impatient, judgmental. And maybe, without meaning to, I am a sandpaper person to someone else today. It is in the friction of our interactions, the bumps and irritations of ordinary life, that God works on us.

I think that’s why scripture says, “Make allowance for each other’s faults, and forgive anyone who offends you. Remember, the Lord forgave you, so you must forgive others.”

That’s the kind of grace I want, so shouldn’t I also make room in my heart for others even when they are aggravating.

I taste the sauce, still too hot, and smile. I lift my heart in a quiet “thank you” for those people who tested my patience today. I whisper a prayer for them, too. Because God does not just ask us to endure. God asks us to love. Even the ones who are hardest to love. Even the ones who make us want to roll our eyes or bite our tongues.

They are refining us. And sometimes, they are mirrors, showing us the rough spots in ourselves that only He can smooth.

So I stir the pot again and watch the steam rise. And I wonder, if we looked at the people who irritate us with a little more gratitude, would we see them differently?

Could we see them as part of the plan, helping shape the patience and kindness we could not develop on our own? Tonight, I am thankful. For the sandpaper people, for the growth they inspire, and for a God who never wastes the little irritations of a day.

 

A MOMENT TO REFLECT

  • Who are the “sandpaper people” in your life right now—and how might God be using them to shape your character?
  • When has someone shown you grace when you didn’t deserve it? How did that affect you?
  • How can you practice “making allowance” for someone’s faults this week in a practical way?
  • What happens to your heart when you shift from irritation to gratitude toward the people who test your patience?
  • How does remembering God’s forgiveness toward you change the way you respond to others?
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Cheering Each Other On

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1 Thessalonians 5:11 — Therefore encourage one another and build one another up, just as you are doing.

There is something about Louisiana in the fall that feels like home. The air smells faintly of roasted peanuts and dew, and the sky burns orange just before the lights come on at Malone Stadium.

This was the big kickoff to high school football season, Bayou Jam, and folks from every corner of our region had come out to fill the stands.

I found my seat among the chatter and brass-band energy, letting my eyes wander down to the field. There she was on the sidelines—one of the cheerleaders soaring high into the air. My niece. My reason for being there.

She has been a cheerleader since ninth grade, and now it is her senior year. Watching her there, so full of joy and confidence, I felt a swell of pride. See, I do not have children of my own, but my nieces and nephews might as well be. And she has grown into such a remarkable young woman—steady, kind, and ready for whatever comes next.

It made me think back to my own senior year, that strange in-between season when you stand on the edge of adulthood with a thousand voices telling you who to be. Life pulls at you from every direction. But when I look at her, I see someone who knows her worth, even when the world tries to test it.

Sitting there, I realized something simple but true: we all need people who cheer us on.

Maybe you are not the one out on the field or flipping through the air, but everyone has the chance to stand in the crowd and shout, “You’ve got this!” That kind of encouragement carries people farther than we know — and Scripture reminds us to do exactly that.

1 Thessalonians 5:11 says, “Therefore encourage one another and build one another up, just as you are doing.” 

Friend, this life is a lot like Bayou Jam—full of noise and nerves and bright lights. But the victories feel sweeter when we know someone else is cheering for us from the stands.

That is what I believe we are all called to do: keep showing up, keep encouraging, keep believing the best. After all, who knows what strength our words might give to someone who just needs to know we are in their corner?

 

A MOMENT TO REFLECT

  • Who are the “cheerleaders” in your life — the people who have encouraged you when you needed it most?
  • Think about someone who might need your encouragement this week. What’s one simple way you could cheer them on?
  • 1 Thessalonians 5:11 reminds us to “encourage one another and build one another up.” What does “building someone up” look like in your daily life?
  • When was a time someone’s belief in you gave you strength or courage you didn’t know you had?
  • How might your words today help someone else feel seen, valued, and supported — even in small, quiet ways?
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Telling Troubles to Take a Hike

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2 Thessalonians 3:3 — But the Lord is faithful; He will strengthen you and guard you from the evil one.

Some mornings test your faith before the coffee’s even brewed.

It was Sunday. I had been invited to speak at Stark Baptist Church, and I wanted to show up calm, confident, and put together. But my new old house had other ideas.

I had only moved in the night before, and as I stood in the bathroom with my curling iron in hand, I realized there was no outlet. Not one. And to top it off, there was not even a mirror.

I stared at the empty wall like it had betrayed me. Then I texted my friend Leslie, who is a hairdresser. She’s the kind of woman who can fix anything.

“Bring every tool you own,” I told her. “I’m getting ready at the church.”

She sent back about ten laughing emojis, and I tried to laugh too. But that laugh stopped when I walked outside. My car tire was flat as a pancake.

I stood there in my driveway, looking at it like it might un-flatten out of guilt.

“Really?” I said. “This is how we’re starting the day?”

Leslie called. “Girl, you better start singing that song ‘Get Behind Me.’”

So, I did. Right there, still in my driveway, I sang Emerson Day’s lyric’s out loud. I even threw in, “Not today, Satan. Not tomorrow either. Move along, Sparky.”

And just like that, something in me unclenched. The morning didn’t change. I still had a flat tire, no mirror, and a talk to give, but my heart did feel peace. The worry lost its grip, and the humor came back.

Sometimes faith looks like standing in your driveway with a flat tire, choosing to laugh instead of panic. Sometimes it looks like telling trouble to take a hike.

I made it to church that day. But more than that, I made it through the morning without losing my peace—and that, I think, is the kind of victory worth holding onto.

2 Thessalonians 3:3 says, “But the Lord is faithful. He will establish you and guard you against the evil one.”

So, friend, when your day starts falling apart, just take a breath. Find your footing and tell trouble where to go. And keep your peace right where it belongs.

 

A MOMENT TO REFLECT

  • Think about a recent morning or moment that didn’t go as planned. How did you respond—panic, frustration, or peace?
  • 2 Thessalonians 3:3 reminds us that “the Lord is faithful.” How have you seen God’s faithfulness guard or steady you when things felt chaotic?
  • When life feels like one thing after another, what helps you keep your peace anchored in God rather than your circumstances?
  • Humor played a big role in Tammi’s story—how might joy and laughter be an act of faith in your own challenges?
  • What practical “not today, Satan” step could you take this week when things start to fall apart—something that helps you pause, breathe, and choose peace?

Lyrics:

When fear like a viper strikes
And worry starts to creep
I know that ain’t my Father’s voice
I could only be
That liar in my ear
Trying to make me believe
But I’m calling him out in the name of the Lord
Listen when I speak

Devil get behind me
Run on home
Back to the grave where you belong
In case you forgot
Let me tell you the truth
You’re stuck under my blood-bought boots!
Devil get behind me
You got no hold
I’ve been changed by the Holy Ghost
Try all you want but it ain’t no use
You’re stuck under my blood-bought boots

Get behind me!
Get behind me! Devil get behind me!

The same power that raised my Savior
Is the power that lives in me
So if you wanna pick a fight
You better think twice
Cause He’s got an angel army!

Devil get behind me
Run on home
Back to the grave where you belong
In case you forgot
Let me tell you the truth
You’re stuck under my blood-bought boots!
Devil get behind me
You got no hold
I’ve been changed by the Holy Ghost
Try all you want but it ain’t no use
You’re stuck under my blood-bought boots

Get behind me!
Get behind me!
Devil get behind me!
In the name of the Lord
In the name of the Lord

Devil get behind me in the name of the Lord
Devil get behind me in the name of the Lord
Devil get behind me in the name of the Lord
In the name of the Lord!

Devil get behind me
Run on home
Back to the grave where you belong
Just in case you forgot the truth
You’re stuck under my blood-bought boots!
Devil get behind me
You got no hold
I’ve been changed by the Holy Ghost
Try all you want but it ain’t no use
You’re stuck under my blood-bought boots

Get behind me!
Get behind me!
Devil get behind me!
In the name of the Lord!

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Every Hour, I Need Him

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Psalms 34:17 – The Lord hears His people when they call to Him for help. He rescues them from all their troubles.

Some days, even your own shoes feel too heavy.

That was me not long ago, dragging through the morning like I was wading through syrup. I wasn’t falling apart in some dramatic way—it was just the small stuff that piles up. Bills. Work. Loneliness. The creeping fear that maybe this is all life will ever be.

I sat in the car before heading inside, gripping the steering wheel like it might hold me together. I was praying, but not really. I was mostly just breathing.

Then, over the hum of my car’s speakers, Matt Maher’s song started: “Lord, I need You, oh, I need You; every hour I need You.”

Inside, my heart felt flooded with peace. I didn’t say anything. I just let the words wash over me, like water for my soul. I knew God was doing for my heart what I couldn’t.

Later, I looked up the story behind that song. Turns out, Maher had been asked to write something for a worship conference. He said the only way he could do it was by starting with what he himself needed.

So he sat down, thinking of old hymns and books read from C.S. Lewis, and out came that prayer of desperation set to melody. “Lord, I need You” was born from weakness.

That’s me. That’s us. Weak people, whispering weak prayers, and somehow finding strength to make it through one more hour.

And maybe that’s enough. Maybe that’s the point.

Because every hour, I need Him. And every hour, He’s already there.

 

A MOMENT TO REFLECT

  • When was the last time you felt too weary to pray—and how did God meet you anyway?
  • What small, quiet ways has God reminded you of His presence when life feels heavy?
  • How might weakness actually draw you closer to Him, rather than push you away?
  • Is there a song, verse, or memory that helps you remember you are never alone?

Lyrics

Lord I come, I confess
Bowing here, I find my rest
Without You, I fall apart
You’re the one that guides my heart

Lord, I need You, oh, I need You
Every hour, I need You
My one defense, my righteousness
Oh God, how I need You

Where sin runs deep, Your grace is more
Where grace is found is where You are
And where You are, Lord, I am free
Holiness is Christ in me

Lord, I need You, oh, I need You
Every hour, I need You
My one defense, my righteousness
Oh God, how I need You

So teach my song to rise to You
When temptation comes my way
And when I cannot stand, I’ll fall on You
Jesus, You’re my hope and stay

Lord, I need You, oh, I need You
Every hour, I need You
My one defense, my righteousness
Oh God, how I need You
You’re my one defense, my righteousness
Oh God, how I need You

My one defense, my righteousness
Oh God, how I need You

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