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A daily source of encouragement and inspiration to connect your heart to hope and faith.
A daily source of encouragement and inspiration to connect your heart to hope and faith.
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Don’t Miss The Gift
Daily DevotionalThis happened when she was very young and newly married. One December afternoon, while her husband was out, she spotted a silver box perched on the top shelf of his closet. It shimmered in a way that made self-control feel optional. She told herself to walk away, but…she didn’t.
She lifted the box like someone who had mastered the art of “just peeking.” The paper came off in perfect strips. Inside lay a plush robe.
Her excitement fizzled immediately. It was so thoughtful, but that color? She hated it. She slipped the robe back into the box, drove to the store, exchanged it for a shade she preferred, returned home, and wrapped it with meticulous care. She placed it exactly where she had found it.
By the next morning, guilt settled over her like a damp fog. Questions kept circling her head. What kind of woman does this? What would he think when she opened it on Christmas Day?
She worried herself sick for days.
Then Christmas morning arrived. They sat together in a cheerful mess of ribbon and discarded paper, coffee warming their hands, and when he noticed the one remaining package. He asked, “Do you want to open your last gift?”
Hesitantly, she lifted the silver box and began to unravel. She cried through the ribbon. She stained the paper with tears. As she held up the robe, she apologized again and again from the depths of her soul.
He blinked. “What? It’s a robe. I thought you’d like it.”
And right there, her remorse curdled.
Men! Do they even notice anything?
“How could you?” she cried. She was so offended, she avoided him for the rest of the day.
That’s how the story goes, and it still makes me laugh. Not at her—but at how familiar her reaction feels. I know what it’s like to leap to conclusions, assume disappointment, and miss the tenderness behind someone’s good intentions.
This story highlights something very human: we are tempted, fickle, and quick to judge. But even when we sin, have regrets, or harbor offenses, Christ came at Christmas to teach us a better way.
“He (Christ) gave His life to free us from every kind of sin, to cleanse us, and to make us His very own people, totally committed to doing good deeds” (Titus 2:14).
It tells of a love that offers itself before we earn it or understand it. It is love given without hesitation, even when we misjudge it, mishandle it, or try to trade it for something more comfortable.
So let that story about a simple robe uncover what we often miss. Let be an invitation to remember that Christ already gave the perfect gift. It’s already there, for all of us, waiting for us to simply open, appreciate, and welcome in our hearts.
A MOMENT TO REFLECT
Love That Came Low
Daily Devotional, David HallThe stable smelled of straw and the faint warmth of animals. In Mary’s arms lay a newborn—small, fragile, and yet impossibly weighty in the gravity of His presence.
His breathing was soft and rhythmic, anchoring the room in a stillness Mary had never known. She laid Him gently in the manger, adjusting the swaddling as Joseph watched, eyes wide with a kind of awe that left him steadying himself against the wood.
Everything about Him felt ordinary and extraordinary all at once.
The animals shifted closer, curious and calm. Mary’s mind struggled to hold the paradox before her: this tiny, vulnerable child was the promised Messiah—the Son of God—choosing straw over a throne. She brushed her fingers across His delicate hand, and the truth settled in her chest like a weight and a wonder all at once.
Love had chosen humility.
Joseph leaned in, one hand braced against the manger. Mary watched Jesus curl His fingers the way newborns do—reaching for nothing, and yet somehow reaching for everything. Each small movement felt like a quiet declaration: heaven had entered the world without spectacle, without force, without defense.
Outside, the world slept on, unaware. But inside this simple shelter, love had lowered itself so completely that even a young mother could cradle Him without fear.
This was what the words would later try to capture:
“Though He was in the form of God, He did not consider equality with God something to be grasped. Instead, He emptied Himself, taking the form of a servant… humbling Himself to the point of death.” (Philippians 2:6–8)
But before those words were written, they were lived—first in a manger.
Mary exhaled slowly, as though her heart was finally catching up to what her hands were holding.
And somewhere in that quiet, a question began to rise.
If God Himself was willing to come this low for the sake of love…
what might that mean for us?
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Finding Joy in Life’s Unexpected Gifts
Daily Devotional, Heart of the ArtistWhen I heard the news that we were expecting our third daughter… I nearly passed out.
There is no poetic way to say it. I was stunned. We were not trying. We were not planning. We were not even vaguely thinking about starting over. We already had two beautiful daughters, Ashlyn and Madison. Our world was full, and honestly, we were just starting to find a rhythm again. Nights were quiet, diapers were a memory, and the laundry pile was almost manageable.
So, yes. Shock. Real, physical, sit-down-before-you-fall-over shock.
But over the next few days, something in me softened. The disbelief did not disappear, but it made room for a different kind of feeling.
I started remembering all the small, sacred things from when our girls were babies. The slow sway of rocking them to sleep. The weight of their tiny heads tucked under my chin. The feeling that the rest of the world could wait—because in that moment, I was their whole world. Those memories came back like old songs I had not heard in a while, and they settled in my chest with a warmth I had not expected.
And now? Now I find myself getting excited. Truly, tenderly, deeply excited.
Fittingly, this baby is due to arrive at Christmas. And the timing does not feel random. It feels… personal. Intentional. Like something only God could orchestrate.
It has made me think a lot about Joseph. The one from Scripture. The carpenter. The man who had plans of his own—plans that were disrupted overnight by news he could not have seen coming. I imagine he asked a lot of the same questions I have asked.
How do I love this child well? Will I have what it takes to provide for this family? What kind of man do I need to become for this child?
Joseph did not get all the answers upfront. But he trusted. He obeyed. He stood by Mary, and he raised a child that changed the world.
And that part—that quiet, steady willingness to lean into the unexpected—that is what gets me.
Because here is what I am learning: some of God’s greatest gifts do not come wrapped in the timing we expect. They show up unannounced, inconvenient, and completely out of sync with our plans.
But that does not make them any less beautiful.
This surprise has reminded me that God’s fingerprints are often clearest on the things we never saw coming. And if I had stayed locked in my fear, I might have missed the joy buried inside this unexpected gift.
It reminds me so much of what scripture says in Proverbs 5, “Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and do not lean on your own understanding. In all your ways acknowledge Him, and He will make straight your paths.”
So, if your life just took a turn you did not plan for—if you are staring down something that makes your knees weak—do not rush to fix it. Do not run from it. Lean in. Let it sit with you long enough for the joy to rise.
You never know what goodness God has tucked inside the surprise.
— Chris Tomlin
A MOMENT TO REFLECT