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Daily Devotional
Faith After the FalloutJune 3, 2026 - 7:00 am- Longing Less, Living MoreJune 2, 2026 - 7:00 am
- Running Home to RestJune 1, 2026 - 7:00 am
- When Joy Fills RoomsMay 31, 2026 - 7:00 am
- The Dinner Table DiscoveryMay 30, 2026 - 7:00 am
- Love That Didn’t Look AwayMay 29, 2026 - 7:00 am
- Discipline, Desire, DelightMay 28, 2026 - 7:00 am
- Loved Louder than LabelsMay 27, 2026 - 7:00 am
- Rest for the RingmasterMay 26, 2026 - 7:00 am
- When Grief Keeps GoingMay 25, 2026 - 7:00 am
Heart of the Artist
- When Joy Fills RoomsMay 31, 2026 - 7:00 am
- Paddleboards and PraiseMay 24, 2026 - 7:00 am
- When Silence Finds a SongMay 17, 2026 - 7:00 am
- The Blood-Bought Glow UpApril 26, 2026 - 7:00 am
- Peace is Still PreachingApril 19, 2026 - 7:00 am
Stories About Songs
- When Joy Fills RoomsMay 31, 2026 - 7:00 am
- Paddleboards and PraiseMay 24, 2026 - 7:00 am
- When Silence Finds a SongMay 17, 2026 - 7:00 am
- The Blood-Bought Glow UpApril 26, 2026 - 7:00 am
- Peace is Still PreachingApril 19, 2026 - 7:00 am
The Strength to Say No
Brenda Price, Daily DevotionalIs there something that you struggle with that you just love, so much but you know that you’re enjoying it a little too much? I know I do.
For me, it has been ice cream. And no, I am not pregnant. It has just been comforting. The kind of comfort that shows up right on time, night after night, after the day finally calms down. It has become part of my bedtime routine.
One night, I was standing there with the freezer door open, spoon already in my hand, reaching for Blue Bell. And I realized something uncomfortable. I was already counting on it to fix the day. I had not even taken a bite yet, and I was expecting relief.
I remember thinking, “Oh, I don’t like that.”
I still filled the bowl with the ooey gooey, frozen goodness. I still ate it, but the thought stayed with me. Not in a dramatic way. Just enough to make me pay attention. It felt like something small had quietly become a little too important.
So when the bowl was empty, I made a decision. Just for a month, I would let it go.
A few days later, I stood in the grocery store freezer aisle, staring straight at the Rocky Road and forcing myself to keep walking. I laughed under my breath and said it felt worse than a breakup.
That’s silly. Yes, I know. But it helped me name what was happening. This was not really about food. It was about learning to notice what I rely on for comfort.
Back at home, I leaned into other things I loved. I baked zucchini bread and banana bread. I filled my kitchen with familiar smells and warmth. And without the nightly ice-cream habit, I realized I was not missing anything. I felt lighter. More present. Not restricted, just more aware.
It turns out this was never about dessert. It was about remembering that I am not ruled by habits or cravings. Scripture talks about self-control as one of the many fruits worth growing in our lives by the help of the Holy Spirit (Galatians 5:22-23). Learning to practice self control was not punishment. No. Instead, God was doing this so that I could discover the fruit of His Spirit was sweeter and worth forming in my life.
It makes me wonder if there is something small you might pause for a season too. Not forever. Just long enough to notice what fills the space. The month will end. Ice cream will still be there, and I will enjoy it again. But I am grateful for what I learned along the way. Sometimes the lesson is not loud. It is simply waiting to be noticed.
A MOMENT TO REFLECT
Answering the Call Today
Daily Devotional, Linda MeyersThe moment didn’t look important at first.
Ann had pulled into the coffee shop lot just to catch her breath. The town square glowed under its string of lights, the kind that make even an ordinary day feel like a postcard. She was tired. Her mind was buzzing. A warm drink sounded like mercy.
But there it was—that gentle tug she’d felt before: Call Grandma.
She tried to reason with it. She’d call later. Surely a quick cup of coffee wasn’t too much to ask. But the tug only grew more insistent, the way a truth does when you’re trying to ignore it.
So, she stayed in the car and pressed the call button.
Her grandmother answered. They talked about how in the world she raised nine kids, about patience and grit and humor. It was just the two of them sharing a moment together.
Ann’s daughter chimed in from the backseat, crying out for hot chocolate, and Grandma laughed in that soft, knowing-what-it’s-like kind of way. Twenty more minutes passed before Ann realized it. They were simply treasuring each other’s company.
Five days later, Ann was standing at the graveside. She laid a single rose on Grandma’s casket and breathed a prayer of gratitude. She was so thankful she had listened to that still small voice.
As the pastor spoke, he shared a verse that has stayed with Ann ever since. It didn’t feel morbid. It just felt honest.
“Lord, remind me how brief my time on earth will be. Remind me that my days are numbered—how fleeting my life is” (Psalm 39:4).
That phone call had been a gift she didn’t know she was unwrapping.
Now, on the edge of a new year, Ann keeps telling that story—not because it’s tragic, but because it’s true. Life is short. Time slips away. But moments of presence, love, and faith? Those stay.
And it makes me wonder: if one tug on an ordinary December night became a treasure—what nudge might tomorrow hold… and will we stop long enough to answer it?
A MOMENT TO REFLECT
Grace in the Pickup Line
Daily Devotional, Sarah HallI ease into the Walmart pickup lane, toddler in tow. There are crayons scattered across the backseat, and the radio hums softly in the background. I just let myself sink into the moment.
For a minute, I just sit there and remember the first time I tried Walmart pickup. From what everyone told me, it was supposed to make my life easier. But when my bags arrived, I discovered that something had gone terribly wrong.
I noticed I was missing tomatoes, chicken broth, shredded cheese, and other key ingredients I needed.
First world problems, am I right?
But something about that poor experience made me decide that this kind of grocery delivery was not for me. There was, of course, no way I would ever do that again.
Then I became a mom.
Juggling burp cloths and bottles, working full time, and absolutely needing a break, I decided to give curbside delivery one more try. And it was amazing. I mean, the workers load the bags in your car for you, the toddler wasn’t wrestling out of a shopping cart, and I could take a moment to relax after a busy day.
There’s nothing like a re-do, right?
I left that first experience with a bad taste in my mouth, but it’s a shame it took me so long to give it a second chance. Now I’m it’s biggest fan.
And I know this is strangely deep when talking about Walmart Pickup, but that’s what the whole gospel is about. Isn’t it? Re-dos and redemption.
In scripture, Job said it best—declaring hope not from ease, but from the depths of loss. “For I know that my Redeemer lives, and that in the end He will stand on the earth.”
Jesus is our redeemer. He is the God of the Re-do.
And I realize grace like this isn’t just for other people, I need it too. Grace for trying again after a stumble and for giving myself a second chance when the first attempt did not go as planned.
As I merge back into traffic, I realize that God offers us these little invitations more often than I notice. Maybe what feels like a mistake is actually a blessing in disguise. Maybe God is saying, “Try again. This is meant to work this time.”
And I wonder, what might you discover if you say yes to a re-do today?
A MOMENT TO REFLECT