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This is My Father’s World

“Worthy are you, our Lord and God, to receive glory and honor and power, for you created all things, and by your will they existed and were created.”

Revelation 4:11

The world outside never seemed to stop turning, but here, by the lake, the world felt still. Maltbie Babcock moved slowly along the path, breathing in the scent of pine and earth.

He glanced out over the water and thought of the people he had passed in town earlier. Their faces, lined with worry and fatigue, spoke of burdens they could not lay down. In the whirlwind of a rapidly changing society, many were asking what the future held.

The world beyond the lake seemed so complicated, so fractured. Yet here, by the water’s edge, he saw a different truth. Creation was telling another story.

A heron took flight across the shimmering surface, its wings spread wide in perfect, effortless grace. Wildflowers burst with color as leaves rustled gently in the trees. Each detail whispered of a love that wasn’t hurried or uncertain but constant and intentional.

Maltbie slowed his pace. His breathing steadied as he let the scene before him speak. “This is God’s world,” he thought. “Even with its aches and uncertainties, it still belongs to Him!”

He paused to sit on a rock by the shore, pen in hand, and began to write a hymn:

This is my Father’s world:
I rest me in the thought
Of rocks and trees, of skies and seas—
His hand the wonders wrought.

And it is still His world, even now. Perhaps today, when you step outside and feel the breeze against your skin or watch the sun set on the horizon, you can be reminded of the same truth. God’s love is woven into every corner of His creation, and His love reaches deeper than any worry.

February 2, 2025/by David Hall

God’s Masterpiece in Progress

Daily Devotional

“Your eyes saw my unformed substance; in your book were written, every one of them, the days that were formed for me, when as yet there was none of them.”

Psalms 139:16

It was my daughter’s first Valentine’s Day, and I wanted to create something special—a keepsake made from her tiny footprints. The idea felt simple and sweet: a heart crafted from paper and pink paint.

I spread everything across the table and gently dipped her little foot into the paint. She squirmed and kicked, her tiny legs flailing with unexpected strength.

Each failed attempt left me more frustrated, and the once-simple idea began to feel overwhelming.

I was on the verge of giving up when I paused, her little foot resting in my hand. I noticed the soft wrinkles on her skin and the way her toes curled. It reminded me that this was not about perfection, but instead, catching these moments quickly slipping by.

Eventually, I managed to create a heart. In my eyes, it was so beautiful. The smudges and uneven lines told a story of effort, patience, and love. It was not perfect, but it was hers.

That little keepsake has been on display on our refrigerator for a year now. Now, every time I walk by, I think about how God shapes us. Just as I held her feet steady to make that print, He takes the messiest parts of our lives and works them into something meaningful.

Maybe your life feels like a series of smudges and failed attempts. What if those very places are where His love is working the most? There is beauty in the process, even when it feels chaotic. Let Him leave His mark on your heart and trust that God is still creating something beautiful.

February 1, 2025/by Sarah Hall

One Invitation, Eternal Change

Daily Devotional, Sarah Hall

“So shall my word be that goes out from my mouth; it shall not return to me empty, but it shall accomplish that which I purpose, and shall succeed in the thing for which I sent it.”

Isaiah 55:11

The extra hours I worked at Anytime Fitness in West Monroe were supposed to help me save for school, but God had more in mind.

One day, a young woman, about my age, walked into the office with a quick question. We chatted briefly, and as she turned to leave, I felt a nudge from God: invite her to church.

I almost dismissed it. Would it be awkward? Would I come across the wrong way? But the thought stayed.

So, I leaned forward and said, “Hey, you should come to our young adult service sometime.”

She smiled and mentioned how busy work kept her but said she might come someday. I assumed that would be the end of it, but a few weeks later, there she was—sitting with a friend in the back at our Tuesday night group.

That first night, she sat quietly, taking it all in. Week after week, she returned, growing more engaged each time. Over time, I saw her walls come down. She started attending our Saturday morning Bible study, asking questions, and diving into the conversations.

Something shifted as she shared her story and allowed herself to be vulnerable. She wanted more than just answers—she wanted hope. The day she placed her faith in Jesus and was baptized, I watched with tears in my eyes.

That was years ago. Today, she is married to a godly man and raising a beautiful daughter. Together, they are passionate about missions and helping others grow in their faith.

It humbles me to think God used something so small. One invitation. One step of faith. He took it and turned it into something eternal.

Sometimes, God uses small moments to work out His big plans. Do not underestimate the power of reaching out. When you feel prompted to act, lean into it. You never know whose story might change because of your courage to speak.

January 31, 2025/by Sarah Hall