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Daily Devotional
When Hope Goes ViralMarch 7, 2026 - 7:00 am- When Truth Turns the Car AroundMarch 6, 2026 - 7:00 am
- Coffee‑Sized CompassionMarch 5, 2026 - 7:00 am
- Kindness That CarriesMarch 4, 2026 - 7:00 am
- Faith in the Field, Encourage BoldlyMarch 3, 2026 - 7:00 am
- One Song of HopeMarch 2, 2026 - 7:00 am
- Overwhelmed by GraceMarch 1, 2026 - 7:00 am
- Words Hurt, Truth HealsFebruary 28, 2026 - 7:00 am
- Hold Tight to What Matters MostFebruary 27, 2026 - 7:00 am
- Hooked on the Wrong ThingsFebruary 26, 2026 - 7:00 am
Heart of the Artist
- Words Hurt, Truth HealsFebruary 28, 2026 - 7:00 am
- When Differences Become GiftsFebruary 14, 2026 - 7:00 am
- Holding On During Hard DaysJanuary 31, 2026 - 7:00 am
- Redeemer in the RuinsJanuary 24, 2026 - 7:00 am
- Jericho in My RearviewJanuary 18, 2026 - 7:00 am
Stories About Songs
- Words Hurt, Truth HealsFebruary 28, 2026 - 7:00 am
- The Shepherd and the Black SheepFebruary 15, 2026 - 7:00 am
- When Differences Become GiftsFebruary 14, 2026 - 7:00 am
- Holding On During Hard DaysJanuary 31, 2026 - 7:00 am
- Redeemer in the RuinsJanuary 24, 2026 - 7:00 am
Beauty That Does Not Fade
Daily Devotional, Tammi ArenderI am steering my cart down that aisle—you know the one. The aisle that always catches your eye no matter how focused you think you are. For me, it’s the skincare section.
It’s Black Friday, and sure, I should be looking for the next gift on my list right now. But there’s something about this aisle.
I lean over and pick up a box that claims to lift, smooth, and firm—basically a miracle in moisturizer form. I laugh under my breath. “I’ve got more serums than sense,” I tell myself.
Still, I reread the label.
The truth is, I’ve been struggling with this whole “gravity” thing, and every new product feels like a promise to win back what time has taken. Honestly, I could probably pay a car note with what I’ve spent chasing that fountain of youth.
But then, quietly, something in me resists. I’ve been praying about this—about learning to age gracefully, about not letting the mirror dictate my peace. And right there, I realize I don’t need it.
So, for the first time in a long time, I put the box back. Just like that. It seems small, but it feels like a big victory.
As I push my cart toward the next aisle, I think about how all of this—the sales, the shimmer, and the temporary glow—fades so fast. God’s promises are better. They don’t peel or expire. They hold true and stand the test of time.
And maybe that’s the reminder I needed most today: that “not one of all the good promises the Lord made has failed” (Joshua 21:45).
Every word He has spoken stands. So while the world may chase what fades, let’s hold onto the real beauty is found in contentment and trust. Because if I know one thing is true, God’s promises will never run out.
A MOMENT TO REFLECT
Thankful for the Long Road
Daily Devotional, Sarah HallThe road out of town stretches ahead, lined with pines that never seem to end.
My husband drives steady. One hand rests on the wheel, the other taps to a song playing on the radio. I glance back at our baby girl, sound asleep in her car seat. We’re headed to his parents’ house for Thanksgiving lunch.
It’s not a long drive—forty-five minutes or so. But as the miles wind on, my thoughts take an unexpected detour down memory lane.
Growing up in a blended family, this was all I knew—lunch at one house, supper at another, pie somewhere in between. There was always a plan scribbled on the back of an envelope, and by the end of the day, I felt like I’d run a marathon fueled by turkey and dressing.
It started in Monroe, wound through Crowville, looped back through Calhoun, and somehow we’d make it home before bedtime.
It used to wear me out. But now? It just makes me grateful.
The trees flash by—gold, red, fading green. Somewhere, a cousin is smoking a turkey. Somewhere else, a table is being set by grandparents with plastic plates and old stories. I can almost smell the ham roasting in the oven, the sweet potatoes bubbling under toasted marshmallows, and the sound of laughter spilling through screen doors.
Back then, I never stopped long enough to see it. I only saw the hurry. But now, I see the love underneath the rush. Parents, step-parents, and kin just wanted us close. They opened their doors even when we could only stay a little while.
They still do.
No pressure. No guilt. Just warmth.
Though we’re pulled in a million directions, they make room in their hearts for our crazy schedule—because they understand.
I smile, watching the road twist ahead of us. This long, winding road called life is filled with people God has placed along the way—people to love, and who love us back in their own imperfect, beautiful ways. It hits me how blessed I am.
And maybe that’s what gratitude really is—seeing the fingerprints of God in the middle of our everyday miles. Just like the psalmist tells us, God places His hand of blessing all along our lives. He goes before us and follows behind. It is too wonderful and too great to even understand. (Psalm 139:5–6)
So, wherever the road takes you this Thanksgiving—whether it’s across town or just across the table—I want to encourage you to do one thing today. Try to notice the many blessings along the way.
A MOMENT TO REFLECT
Faith that Puts on Work Boots
Bri Dunn, Daily DevotionalThe things you do for the people you love often cost you something. If you have ever worked in a school, you know exactly what that means. Those kids—your students—they become yours, too.
Henry Darby understood that personally. He loved his student body but he also saw a reality that could not be ignored. Many of them came from homes with unpaid bills and empty pantries. He saw the tired faces trying to pretend everything was fine.
School resources could not cover what it would take to help them all. Neither would his salary. So, he prayed about it and did the only thing he knew to do. He took an overnight job at Walmart.
He would stock shelves from ten at night until six in the morning three nights a week. Then he would go home, clean up, and head straight back to school.
Every single paycheck went to support his students. Many of them received fresh groceries and school supplies while others went home with what they needed to keep the lights on at home.
It was hard work that felt never ending. Sure. But he loved those kids, and he did it anyway.
He could have said, “Someone else will handle it.” But he didn’t. He showed up. He stepped in. He carried a part of their burden. In doing so, he taught so many teenagers what real love looks like.
When I first heard about Mr. Darby, I began to see the difference between care and action. seeing a need is never enough. Love shows itself in action. Sometimes, it is messy, tiring, and inconvenient, but that is exactly what makes it real.
It reminds me of the words from 1 John 3:18: “Little children, let us not love in word or talk but in deed and in truth.”
That is what Mr. Darby was living—quiet, steady love that did not need to be announced. It just needed to be done. Love that keeps showing up when no one is watching. The kind that looks ordinary until you realize it is the most extraordinary thing of all.
Maybe that is the point. To live in such a way that when we see a need, we do not look away. We do not just hope it gets better. We get involved. Because sometimes, the best way to speak love is not with words at all. It is with what we do.
A MOMENT TO REFLECT