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A daily source of encouragement and inspiration to connect your heart to hope and faith.
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The Donkey and the Different King
Daily Devotional, David HallThe road into Jerusalem is loud that day.
Dust rises beneath sandals. Palm branches wave in the air. People shout over each other, adrenaline and hope mixing into something electric. Word has spread fast—Jesus raised Lazarus from the dead. A man who had been buried. Four days gone. Now alive.
If He can call a dead man out of a tomb, surely He can overthrow Rome.
The crowd knows what kind of king they want. A warrior. A conqueror. Someone to flex power and fix everything immediately. Their voices swell as He approaches the city gates.
They line the road with palm branches. They shout. They wave. This has to be it.
But He isn’t riding a warhorse. He’s riding a donkey.
It doesn’t fit the script. Still, he raised the dead. “Hosannah in the highest,” they shout.
But Jesus knows exactly what kind of king He is.
And whether the crowd understood it or not, He was still worthy of their praise that day—and every day after.
His power is real—He just refuses to wield it the way they expect. His victory will come through surrender, through sacrifice, through a rugged cross waiting just beyond the city walls.
Palm Sunday exposes something in every heart: we are quick to trust God when everything goes according to our plans. But Jesus is still king when life doesn’t unfold the way we imagined.
So praise Him for who He is, not just for what you hoped He would do. Exalt Him in the middle of unfinished business. Everyday and forever. The King who rode into Jerusalem lowly and humble is still reigning. Still powerful. Still good.
And He’s still saving the day.
A MOMENT TO REFLECT
Don’t Run From Hard
Daily Devotional, Sarah HallI remember sitting on my couch one night, staring at the walls, feeling trapped by a season of life I didn’t want to be in. Every instinct was screaming: get out.
I wanted to find a distraction. Doom scroll on my phone. Or anything to avoid feeling uncomfortable. But nothing worked. Impatience bubbled up and every worry started rising to the surface.
So, I opened my Bible and brought my frustrations to the Lord. As I read, I slowly started to lean in to what I was reading. Praying, I began to ask for guidance and to share with God the thoughts I was having that I didn’t want to admit.
As I did, it became clear to me that running was not the answer. In God’s goodness, he was actually using the uncomfortable things in my life to refine me. He started to show me that the pressure I was feeling was actually helping me to grow. In the same way, hard things have a way of bringing rough edges to the light.
There is a blessing for the one who perseveres under trial—for the one who stands firm and lets the testing do its work—because on the other side of endurance is a life God Himself promises to those who love Him.
Not because it’s easy—but because somewhere in the middle of it, my love for Him was growing stronger than my desire to escape it.
Endurance isn’t just about surviving a storm—it’s about letting God refine your heart while you stand firm.
By the time that season passed, I didn’t just survive. I walked away steadier. My trust in God had deepened. My heart had been softened. And I had a story to remind me—and anyone I share it with—that hardship, when met with faith, can produce beauty that lasts.
Because when the storm finally passes, you won’t just come out relieved—you’ll come out refined, rooted, and with a crown that no easy season could ever forge or fashion.
A MOMENT TO REFLECT
Lift the Load Together
Bri Dunn, Daily DevotionalSome things don’t look heavy until you actually try to lift them.
That became clear one weekend when my husband and I were hanging a whiteboard in our house. Not just any whiteboard—one of those sleek, trendy glass ones that looks innocent until it’s in your hands.
We needed four screws to line up. One in each corner. Chris measured. Then measured again. He used the leveler, the stud finder, and all the right tools.
Every time, three would line up perfectly. And every time, the fourth one was just barely off—half an inch, maybe less, but enough to stop everything. It really look like he was doing everything right. But for a long stretch, he was doing it alone.
I stood nearby. Supervising. Encouraging.
I offered to help, of course, but Chris and I knew we both work very differently. Men’s brains and women’s brains. But after his fourth or fifth attempt, I offered to help again.
This time, we both grabbed it and lifted together. We lined it up together, and suddenly the screws fit. All four of them. Just like that.
We stepped back and laughed. Not because it was funny, but because it was a relief. What felt impossible alone became manageable the moment we shared the weight.
Standing there, with the whiteboard finally straight, it hit me how often life works the same way through stress, expectations, grief, and responsibility.
We measure and re-measure, telling ourselves that if we just try harder, everything will line up. But God calls us to carry each other’s burdens, because that is what love looks like in action—the kind of love Jesus modeled for us..
God designed us to need community. It isn’t a bonus feature of faith—it’s part of the design. We need each other. Some loads were never meant for one set of hands. And strength doesn’t come from proving you can handle it all by yourself.
Strength comes from letting someone lift with you. So let yourself ask for help. Let yourself be honest, and don’t miss the chance to step in when someone else is struggling under the weight.
Because when we share the load, things start to line up.
And no one has to carry it alone.
A MOMENT TO REFLECT