The Connection Corner
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Daily Devotional
The Sound Of PerseveranceOctober 6, 2026 - 7:00 am
Taco Soup for the SoulOctober 5, 2026 - 7:00 am
The Night Love Went to WorkOctober 4, 2026 - 7:00 am
Gathered and Growing TogetherOctober 3, 2026 - 7:00 am
When Prayer Goes to WorkOctober 2, 2026 - 7:00 am
The Revival Brewing NearbyOctober 1, 2026 - 7:00 am
What If You Choose Wrong?September 30, 2026 - 7:00 am
Put Me In CoachSeptember 29, 2026 - 7:00 am
The Best Part of a Bad DaySeptember 28, 2026 - 7:00 am
Because Somebody PrayedSeptember 27, 2026 - 7:00 am
HEART OF THE ARTIST
- Because Somebody PrayedSeptember 27, 2026 - 7:00 am
The Secret to Being BlessedSeptember 6, 2026 - 7:00 am
The Hardest HallelujahAugust 30, 2026 - 7:00 am
Meet Me in the ValleyAugust 9, 2026 - 7:00 am
Holding on Through HeartbreakJuly 5, 2026 - 7:00 am
STORIES ABOUT SONGS
Stuck Is Not Your StorySeptember 20, 2026 - 9:30 am
Come As You AreSeptember 13, 2026 - 7:00 am- The Hardest HallelujahAugust 30, 2026 - 7:00 am
The Fight Nobody SeesAugust 23, 2026 - 7:00 am
One Way Through the ChaosJuly 26, 2026 - 7:00 am
Stories About Songs
- Stuck Is Not Your StorySeptember 20, 2026 - 9:30 am
- Come As You AreSeptember 13, 2026 - 7:00 am
- The Hardest HallelujahAugust 30, 2026 - 7:00 am
- The Fight Nobody SeesAugust 23, 2026 - 7:00 am
- One Way Through the ChaosJuly 26, 2026 - 7:00 am
God Sees Your Tears
Daily Devotional, Lisa WilliamsI did not expect waiting to feel like this.
From the time I was very young, I dreamed of being a mom. I would name my dolls and dream of the day I would hold a baby of my own. When I married at eighteen, my husband and I shared that dream—but we decided to wait a couple of years before starting our family.
But life doesn’t always follow the plans we make, does it?
At twenty, I lost my first pregnancy. The pain was unbearable, but I reassured myself, Next time will be different. Except it wasn’t. Year after year, I didn’t get pregnant again. Instead of searching for answers, I buried my grief in busyness, trying to outrun the pain.
But the ache only grew.
I whispered prayers like “God, I trust You,” while my soul screamed in doubt. I begged Him to move. When He didn’t, I pleaded for Him to at least take away the longing. But He didn’t. Instead, He let me carry it.
And that was the hardest part.
I wrestled with that silence. If He was good, why was He withholding this good thing? If He loved me, why did He feel so distant? I did not have answers, only the daily decision to trust Him even when I could not understand Him.
Then, one day…Wow God!
My son JD was born in 2007, and Jesse followed in 2008. The moment I held them, the years of waiting suddenly made sense. Because I was different. The waiting had shaped me, deepened me, changed me. I wasn’t just a mother—I was a mother who had learned to trust in the silence.
I call my boys tender mercy and loving kindness because that’s what they are. God heard me, and He healed me through their love.
In the same way, if today you are struggling with an aching heart and the sting of silence, please know this: God sees every tear, hears every prayer, and is not indifferent to your pain. Hold on, because your story is still unfolding. God still has so much in store for you.
Stay Sharp, Embrace Growth
Bri Dunn, Daily DevotionalThe knife glided cleanly through the onion. Slice. Chop. Repeat. At least something in this house was working the way it should.
I, on the other hand, felt anything but sharp.
Lately, my mind felt sluggish and foggy. Simple conversations took more effort. Work felt harder. Even at church, where I usually felt confident, I found myself struggling. I did not feel as clever or creative as I normally am. I knew it was just part of this postpartum season, but it was frustrating all the same.
My husband Chris walked in the kitchen and asked how I was feeling. So I began to share.
Though I was not speaking well about myself or my current situation, he did not dismiss my feelings. In fact, instead he leaned across the counter and reminded me of what the Word of God says. He continued by making sure I knew how important I am to him and to the Lord.
“Look, I know how you are feeling,” he said gently. “But, Bri, your faith and your words have to match! You are still working to where you want to be.”
Something about his words cut straight through the noise in my head. It was a simple statement loaded with so much truth. I wanted to argue, to explain why I felt justified in my discouragement. But deep down, I knew he was right.
Later, as I picked up the knife again, I thought about what it takes to keep a blade like this sharp. It does not happen by accident. It has to be sharpened, honed, and pressed against something that refines it.
I closed my eyes for a moment. “Thank You, Lord, for a husband who sharpens me every time instead of letting me stay stuck.”
Being sharpened is not always comfortable. It takes truth, challenge, and people willing to say the hard things in love. It is easy to resist sharpening because it requires friction. But dullness is not what we were made for. The people who love us enough to challenge us—those are the ones who help us become who God intends us to be.
Do not push them away. Embrace it, and let God give you the edge to be exactly who He has called you to be.
How God Provides Abundantly
Daily DevotionalHave you ever felt a pit in your stomach when you take leaps of faith? That is exactly what happened to our friend Kristie. Here is her story of generosity.
“‘Honey,’ I said hesitantly across the kitchen table, ‘once this goes through, we will barely have enough money to make it this month.’
My husband did not flinch. ‘God has us.’
I wanted to believe that. Truly, I did. However, tithing—giving ten percent of our income—felt like standing at the edge of a cliff with no safety net. Still, I took a shaky breath and pressed submit. Faith over fear.
The next morning, the knot in my chest had not loosened. But as I listened to my comfort station, 88.7 The Cross, I felt a different ache in my heart to give to the ministry.
‘God, you are in control,’ I whispered, knuckles white on the steering wheel. ‘You will provide.’
It felt like jumping out of an airplane with no parachute, but before I could talk myself out of it, I called and made a monthly donation.
As soon as I hung up, panic rushed in. What did I just do?
That afternoon, there was a knock at my office door. My husband stood there, eyes shining, holding a check.
‘Grandma sent this. She said God put it on her heart.’
I stared at the check. It was more than we had given and more than we needed! Tears welled up. This wasn’t just blind faith anymore. This was proof. God didn’t just ask me to trust Him—He showed me why I could.”
Perhaps today, you are standing at your own kitchen table, staring at a decision that feels impossible. Let this be your reminder. On the other side of obedience, you are falling into the hands of a God who always provides. He has never failed, and he will not start now.