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When Forgiveness Writes the Ending
Daily Devotional, Heart of the Artist, Stories About SongsThe fall happens so fast.
One minute Forrest Frank is skateboarding with his son—laughing, being a dad—and the next he’s on the ground, staring at the sky, realizing something is really wrong.
His L3 and L4 vertebrae are fractured. It’s the kind of injury that stops everything.
Back home, laid up in bed, his body is broken—but his mind won’t slow down. So he does what he’s always done. He sings. There he wrote songs about what he knew to be true. Songs about how “God’s got my back” and about Jesus turning his problems into lemonade.
He shares his journey on Instagram. Within days, Forrest’s back is miraculously healed. Around the same time, he posts another song to encourage David Crowder, who is recovering from a broken leg.
But the internet does what the internet does.
Parody videos start popping up—some playful, some careless. One comes from Cory Asbury. Though meant to be funny, it hits hard. Forrest and his wife remember the fear and pain of that day, and suddenly it feels like one of his worst moments is being reduced to a punchline.
Then Forrest does the bravest thing he knows to do. He posts online honestly. He admits the humor hurts. He knows no harm was meant—but it still hurt.
He doesn’t stop there. Instead of clapping back, he extends the olive branch by writing Cory a song. He posts it and invites Cory to help him finish it.
Cory sees it and takes the parody down immediately. He reaches out to Forrest and apologizes over the phone. He admits he didn’t stop to put himself in Forrest’s shoes, and what happens next is amazing.
What could’ve stayed awkward turns creative. Out of that conversation, the two artist collaborate to finish the song shaped out of forgiveness.
Forrest chose to forgive Cory fully, and there’s something so powerful about that. To admit your grievances and to do the hard work of forgiveness just like Jesus. It isn’t the way of the world. It isn’t trendy. But it is Kingdom. It is what breaks down barriers and turns enemies into friends.
So let’s choose the Jesus-way of forgiveness. Even when it’s hard, bear with one another and forgive as freely as you have been forgiven—letting grace guide your steps. Refusing to let a grievance define the relationship.
Because unforgiveness doesn’t get to tell your story. So refuse to let it write the ending.
A MOMENT TO REFLECT
L Y R I C S for M I S U N D E R S T O O D
One, two, three
Sometimes words
Hit you in the chest
Sting you like a bee
And rob you of your rest
And Heaven knows sometimes
People try to mean well
But trauma from their past
Got ’em stuck inside of Hell
Well, it’s okay if you feel misunderstood
There’s a Man who did as well when they nailed Him to wood
And even through all the pain
Still, He forgave them, mm
So I can forgive somebody too (Mm)
Sometimes words (Sometimes words)
Can cut so deep (Cut so deep)
It’s hard to be kind
When anger’s all you’ve seen
The shadow of home can
Stretch long through the years
It covers up the sunshine
Even when the sky is clear
‘Cause it’s okay if you feel misunderstood
There’s a Man who did as well when they nailed Him to wood
And even through all the pain
Still, He forgave them
So I can forgive somebody too (Yeah)
I can forgive somebody too (Come on)
Well, sometimes two friends are just one call away
Years full of hurt could be gone in a day
We’re all part of one family
So, who am I to cut down the tree?
‘Cause it’s okay if you feel misunderstood
There’s a Man who did as well when they nailed Him to wood
And even through all the pain
Still, He forgave them
So I can forgive somebody too
I can forgive somebody too (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I can forgive somebody too
‘Cause the good Lord first forgave me and you
Ooh
Joy on the Court Again
Bri Dunn, Daily DevotionalI couldn’t stop smiling over the phone when I heard my dad. He sounded happy—really happy. And at the end he said, “Alright, I’ve gotta go. I’m about to play pickleball.”
Like what? Pickleball. My dad is 70 years old.
Now he’s always been in great shape. He’s 6’3, athletic, and you would think he was probably 45. But him going to play pickleball just made me smile even more.
I laughed and asked who he was playing with. He said people his age. And some younger guys too. He sounded excited. It meant so much to me to hear this. It wasn’t just that my dad had found something fun to do. It was that this happiness—had been missing for a while.
My mom passed away seven years ago. And ever since, I’ve carried this prayer for my dad.
Lord, send him friends. Send him joy again. Send him something to look forward to. I just wanted to hear him laugh again like this. And I kept coming back to this confidence when I prayed—that when I ask according to God’s will, God hears me, and He’s already working, even when I can’t see it yet. Now through pickleball, of all things, I’m seeing just how faithful God truly is.
It felt like God gently tapping my heart, saying, I heard you.
So today I’m choosing to notice the ways He has answered my prayers. To thank God for the phone calls, the laughter, the friends, and yes—even for my dad pickle-balling it up.
Take time to notice those pickleball-shaped moments in your own life today. The laughter bouncing like a ball. The friendships that surprise you. The small, fresh joys tucked in the ordinary. That is the echo of God’s faithfulness—and it’s amazing.
A MOMENT TO REFLECT
Prayers That Won’t Let Go
Brenda Price, Daily DevotionalI know what it’s like to hit rock bottom and feel like nothing—not even prayer—could reach you there.
I’m seventeen years clean from drug addiction, and I don’t say that lightly. I know I didn’t get here on my own. I know someone was praying for me when I couldn’t pray for myself. I know there were people who wore out their carpet, crying out to God, even when I looked like a lost cause.
That’s why Raymond’s story stays with me.
Raymond is a dad. Just a regular father who loved his son and watched his son’s addiction take more than it ever gave. For over a decade, he prayed. Not polished prayers. Real ones. The kind whispered in bedrooms and spoken at kitchen tables late at night. There were relapses. Heartbreak. Long stretches of silence when the phone didn’t ring and hope felt impossible.
But Raymond made some decisions. He never stopped loving his son. He chose to be joyful in hope when there wasn’t much evidence for it, patient in affliction when the pain dragged on, and faithful in prayer when quitting would have been easier.
Years passed. Slowly. Quietly. And then something shifted. His son got sober. Not for a month. Not for a year. Five years. And it didn’t stop there. He began mentoring others walking the same road he once stumbled down.
That’s when Raymond said something I love. “God restoring my son in His timing, not mine.”
When I hear that, something just clicks. God’s timing may feel slow, but it is never careless. It helps me realize the prayers that helped save my life probably sounded a lot like Raymond’s. Faithful. Tired. But full of hope anyway.
It doesn’t rush the process. It anchors you while you wait.
“Prayer doesn’t always change things right away—but it keeps us anchored long enough to see what God is doing.”
If you’re praying for someone and it feels like nothing is happening, you’re not wasting your breath. You’re standing in the gap. You’re loving them in a way that reaches farther than you can see.
Faithful prayer plants seeds that grow on God’s timeline, not ours. So keep praying. Keep loving. Keep hoping. Even when nothing is happening. Even when it hurts.
God hears every prayer—and He is still working, even now.
A MOMENT TO REFLECT