The Connection Corner
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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Small Offerings, Big Impact
Daily Devotional, David HallThe first time I hosted Bible study at my little downtown rental, it felt like feeding five thousand men with a sack lunch.
The group had started with Trace and Jordan in an old warehouse in Bawcomville. They were the kind of leaders you look up to—the ones who make you believe God really can use ordinary people. But Trace was heading back to college, and Jordan was packing for Tennessee.
The study that had changed my life—teaching me freedom, confession, and brotherhood—was about to dissolve. I couldn’t let that happen.
I looked at my two-bedroom house and thought, I’ve got room. I can at least open the door.
So I did.
And thirty men crammed into my living room like sardines in a can. The air smelled like coffee and old sneakers, voices tumbled over each other, and the floorboards groaned under the weight of laughter and prayer. It was loud, crowded, messy—and it was holy ground.
But leadership wasn’t glamorous. Some nights were heavy. Preparation felt like work, and hosting went way too late into the evening. Yet other nights, the room buzzed with the unmistakable presence of God.
Men confessed secret struggles. Some found faith for the first time. Others discovered brothers who became closer than family. Darkness lost its power under the light of truth.
And I learned something. The miracle wasn’t in my ability to lead. It was in simply making room.
That’s how the kingdom works. God takes what little we can give—time, space, a shaky “yes”—and He multiplies it until lives are changed.
Paul once reminded the church in Corinth that believers should live differently than the world—choosing grace and reconciliation over division.
“The very fact that you have lawsuits among you means you have been completely defeated already. Why not rather be wronged? Why not rather be cheated?” — 1 Corinthians 6:7
In other words, sometimes the most powerful thing we can do is open our hands, make space, and trust God to move through it.
We bring our loaves and fish. He feeds the multitude.
And the glory is always His.
A MOMENT TO REFLECT
Moments That Carry Faith
Brenda Price, Daily DevotionalSeventeen years ago, I liked to pretend I had life mostly figured out as I danced through the chaos. Truthfully, I was lost and searching.
Back then, I worked in a New York City bar, wrapped up in a world that felt exciting and reckless but hollow underneath. Nights were for partying, Sundays for dragging myself to a church pew. Somehow, I convinced myself the two worlds could live side by side. Deep down, though, I was unraveling.
But God didn’t give up on me. He never does.
There were breadcrumbs along the way—little hints that He was near. One afternoon, a church service played on my television. The preacher said something so ordinary, yet it stopped me in my tracks: “Walk by faith, not by sight.”
I can’t explain why, but those words lit up my insides like a flare.
I grabbed a marker and scrawled them across my whiteboard. For the first time in a long while, I felt steady. Those words helped me shift my eyes away from the chaos and toward God.
Even in my mess, I began to believe He was still watching over me. Looking back now, I see how those breadcrumbs led me to finally say, “I’m done” with the party life—and to go all in with Jesus.
These days, I sit on the other side of that story, working in Christian radio. And I watch the same kind of thing happen every day.
A driver leaving the hospital. A weary commuter stuck in traffic. A mom sitting in the carpool line. Then a song comes on. Suddenly, it feels like God Himself has slid into the passenger seat. Listeners call us through tears to say it was exactly what they needed in that moment.
And you know what amazes me? Those moments aren’t magic. They are generosity. They happen because someone gave—someone believed it mattered to keep the music playing.
Never underestimate the ripple of giving. You may never see the full reach of your faith gift, but it matters.
Once, I needed a phrase on a whiteboard to survive my storm. Today, someone else might need the lyric of a song. And maybe—just maybe—that song is playing because of you.
A MOMENT TO REFLECT
LYRICS:
Would I believe you when you would say
Your hand will guide my every way?
Will I receive the words you say
Every moment of every day?
Well I will walk by faith
Even when I cannot see
Well because this broken road
Prepares your will for me
Help me to win my endless fears
You’ve been so faithful for all my years
With one breath you make me new
Your grace covers all I do, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Well I will walk by faith
Even when I cannot see
Well because this broken road
Prepares your will for me
Well I’m broken, but I still see your face
Well you’ve spoken, pouring your words of grace
Well I will walk by faith
Even when I cannot see
Well, because this broken road
Prepares your will for me
Well I will walk by faith
Even when I cannot see
Oh well, because this broken road
Prepares your will for me
(Well hallelujah, hallelu)
(Well hallelujah) I will walk by faith, I will walk by faith
(Hallelu) I will walk by faith, I will walk by
(Well hallelujah, hallelu) yeah, yeah
(Well hallelujah, hallelu) yeah, yeah
(Well hallelujah, hallelu) yeah, I will walk, I will walk, whoa, I will walk by faith
(Well hallelujah, hallelu) I will, oh yeah, I will, well I will walk by faith
(Well hallelujah)
Music video by Jeremy Camp performing Walk By Faith (2020 Version).
The Day Hope Came Back
Daily Devotional, Linda Meyers“Enclosed is a check to sponsor one day of Hope. I will be mailing checks to you monthly.”
That is what Susan wrote on the card.
Hope. The word alone brought a lump to her throat.
Hope was her Cocker Spaniel. She had a coat like caramel and eyes that always seemed to understand. For years, she was with Susan for everything. Walks in the early morning. Long afternoons on the porch. The simple parts of life no one else really saw, she was there for them all.
When she passed away in January, she did not know what to do with the grief and stillness. For a while, the house felt unfamiliar. She would catch herself reaching for the leash, looking for Hope, and listening for her feet on the floor.
But even in the ache, Susan noticed something. Each morning, she would turn on Always Uplifting 88.7 The Cross. And somehow, the words that came through the speakers gave her something she did not know she needed. Not a distraction. Not a fix. Just a reminder that hope still had a place in her story.
As she listened, she began to see hope differently.
Real hope wasn’t just the name of her dog—it was the presence of Someone greater.
Now, by giving she wants to share that same hope with others.
You see, real hope is not sentimental. It is a Person who shows up when life falls apart. He is present on the good days and the bad. His name is Jesus, and if you have known Him in that way, you know He is worth sharing.
Is there someone who needs the same hope that carried you? You may not know their name. But just like Susan, you can still be part of the reason they keep going.