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Daily Devotional
Hope in Life’s RiptidesAugust 6, 2026 - 7:00 am
Kindness Delivered to Your DoorAugust 5, 2026 - 7:00 am
The Greener Grass TrapAugust 4, 2026 - 7:00 am
Fireworks Fade, Freedom LastsAugust 3, 2026 - 7:00 am
The Power of a PauseAugust 2, 2026 - 7:00 am
What To Do with Unanswered PrayersAugust 1, 2026 - 7:00 am
Rescued From Life’s RiptideJuly 31, 2026 - 7:00 am
Clear Truth in an Upside-Down WorldJuly 30, 2026 - 7:00 am
Wisdom Works When You ListenJuly 29, 2026 - 7:00 am
Trusting God in the FreefallJuly 28, 2026 - 7:00 am
HEART OF THE ARTIST
Holding on Through HeartbreakJuly 5, 2026 - 7:00 am
Faith That Falls ForwardJune 18, 2026 - 7:00 am
From Dusty Bibles to Daily BreadJune 14, 2026 - 7:00 am
Leaving No SurvivorsJune 7, 2026 - 7:00 am
When Joy Fills RoomsMay 31, 2026 - 7:00 am
STORIES ABOUT SONGS
One Way Through the ChaosJuly 26, 2026 - 7:00 am
The Gospel Still Changes EverythingJuly 12, 2026 - 7:00 am
The Beauty in the Broken RoadJune 28, 2026 - 7:00 am- From Dusty Bibles to Daily BreadJune 14, 2026 - 7:00 am
- Leaving No SurvivorsJune 7, 2026 - 7:00 am
Stories About Songs
- One Way Through the ChaosJuly 26, 2026 - 7:00 am
- The Gospel Still Changes EverythingJuly 12, 2026 - 7:00 am
- The Beauty in the Broken RoadJune 28, 2026 - 7:00 am
- From Dusty Bibles to Daily BreadJune 14, 2026 - 7:00 am
- Leaving No SurvivorsJune 7, 2026 - 7:00 am
Hope and Victory in Jesus
Daily Devotional, Stories About SongsThe doctor’s words cut deep. “You will never fully recover.”
The stroke had left Eugene Bartlett weak, unable to travel, and unable to play as he once had. Music had been his life’s work—his way of sharing the gospel—so this news was devastating.
What was a man supposed to do when the thing he loved most was taken away?
At first, the grief threatened to crush him. But slowly, something else rose up—something stronger. Hadn’t he always believed that Jesus was enough? That victory wasn’t in having a perfect life but in knowing a perfect Savior?
He had watched war-torn families cling to that truth. He had seen broken men find hope when nothing around them changed. And now, it was his turn to live what he had preached.
If he could no longer stand before a congregation, he would find another way to share the truth. If he couldn’t sing, he would write.
And so, with unsteady hands, he put pen to paper. The lyrics flowed from his heart like a battle cry. It was a song of triumph in the face of suffering. He had victory in Jesus, and that was the truth.
Maybe you feel like you’re fighting a battle you can’t win. Maybe everything you counted on has changed. But the victory Eugene wrote about is not just for the strong. It is for the weary, the broken, the ones who are barely holding on. It is for you. Right now.
O victory in Jesus
My Savior, forever
He sought me and He bought me
With His redeeming blood
He loved me ere I knew Him
And all my love is due Him
He plunged me to victory
Beneath the cleansing flood
LYRICS:
Chorus
Oh victory in Jesus
My Savior forever
He sought me and bought me
With His redeeming blood
He loved me ere I knew Him
And all my love is due Him
He plunged me to victory
Beneath the cleansing flood
Verse 1
I heard an old, old story
How a Savior came from glory
How He gave His life on Calvary
To save a wretch like me
I heard about His groaning
Of His precious blood’s atoning
Then I repented of my sin,
Christ won the victory!
Verse 2
I heard about His healing
All His miracles revealing
That He alone can save a soul
And set the captive free
I’m happy in His promise
How soon He’s coming for us
And home with Him I’ll sing again:
Christ won the victory!
Verse 3
I’ll tell the old, old story
Till my Savior comes from glory
I’ll tell of all the Lord has done
To set this sinner free
That all who will believe Him
By Faith can still receive Him
And share in that redemption song:
Christ won the victory!
Victory in Jesus (Christ Won the Victory)
Words and Music by E.M. Bartlett, Matt Boswell, Keith Getty, Kristyn Getty
Create in Me a Clean Heart
Daily Devotional, Sarah HallI stood in the garage, hands on my hips, staring down the mess.
Inside were towers of boxes, old furniture, and bins overflowing with things I had meant to deal with “later.” Later had turned into never, and now the clutter had taken over.
I reached for a random box and pried it open. Inside, a tangle of old cords, a pair of faded curtain panels, and a sweatshirt I thought I had lost. I held them up, remembering the season of life they came from. So much had changed.
None of this stuff was serving its intended purpose at all. Instead of being a space for something useful, like parking our cars, our garage had turned into a storage unit for things we didn’t need. So, we got to work—sorting, tossing, and making hard decisions about what to keep.
At first, it felt overwhelming, but as we worked together, we could see the transformation taking place. The more we cleared out, the more space we created, and the more we realized how much we had been holding onto things that weren’t serving us. By the time we finished, it was like we had a whole new space.
That is when it hit me: this is exactly what God wants to do in my heart. Over time, I let things build up like worries, grudges, and distractions. These are things that crowd out what He wants for me.
But just like clearing that garage, letting God work in my life takes effort. I have to choose to let go, to make space, and to trust that He is replacing the clutter with something better.
So, what about you? What’s taking up space in your heart that doesn’t belong? What could happen if you let God in to do the deep cleaning? The process might not be easy, but the freedom that follows is worth every bit of the work.
God’s Lavish Love
Daily Devotional, Lisa WilliamsJon David was my early bird, and I was very much not.
Every morning, without fail, he would burst into my room with rapid-fire requests: “Mom, I’m hungry! Mom, I’m thirsty! Mom, read me a book!”
Most mornings, I barely cracked my eyes open before mumbling something like, “Give me five more minutes, buddy.”
But one morning, he woke me up in a way I will never forget. Instead of his usual boisterous entrance, he stood quietly by my bed. He brushed my arm, and in the softest voice, he said, “I love you, sweet angel. You are a gift from heaven.”
Then he kissed my cheek and whispered it again!
I opened my eyes to see his face beaming at me, and my heart melted on the spot. I barely had time to gather my thoughts before he skipped off, leaving me lying there, stunned by the purity of that moment.
Later that day, as I drove home after dropping him off at kindergarten, I could not stop thinking about it. Then it hit me—he had repeated my words. The ones I had whispered to him night after night. The ones I had spoken over him when he was scared, when he was sleepy, and when I just wanted him to know how deeply he was loved.
Somehow, those words had settled into his heart. And now, without being asked, he had given them back to me.
And that is exactly how God loves us. He does not just hand it to us in small, measured doses. He pours it over us—like an unstoppable waterfall with waves that never stop crashing onto the shore. He delights in us, treasures us, whispers over us, “I love you, sweet angel. You are a gift from heaven.”
I don’t know what your morning looked like today, friend. Maybe it was chaos. Maybe it was loneliness. But I do know this: you are deeply and lavishly loved. And do you know what the most beautiful thing you can do with that kind of love is?
Let it pour back out.