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Daily Devotional
One Kindness, Two SmilesAugust 7, 2026 - 7:00 am
Hope in Life’s RiptidesAugust 6, 2026 - 7:00 am
Kindness Delivered to Your DoorAugust 5, 2026 - 7:00 am
The Greener Grass TrapAugust 4, 2026 - 7:00 am
Fireworks Fade, Freedom LastsAugust 3, 2026 - 7:00 am
The Power of a PauseAugust 2, 2026 - 7:00 am
What To Do with Unanswered PrayersAugust 1, 2026 - 7:00 am
Rescued From Life’s RiptideJuly 31, 2026 - 7:00 am
Clear Truth in an Upside-Down WorldJuly 30, 2026 - 7:00 am
Wisdom Works When You ListenJuly 29, 2026 - 7:00 am
HEART OF THE ARTIST
Holding on Through HeartbreakJuly 5, 2026 - 7:00 am
Faith That Falls ForwardJune 18, 2026 - 7:00 am
From Dusty Bibles to Daily BreadJune 14, 2026 - 7:00 am
Leaving No SurvivorsJune 7, 2026 - 7:00 am
When Joy Fills RoomsMay 31, 2026 - 7:00 am
STORIES ABOUT SONGS
One Way Through the ChaosJuly 26, 2026 - 7:00 am
The Gospel Still Changes EverythingJuly 12, 2026 - 7:00 am
The Beauty in the Broken RoadJune 28, 2026 - 7:00 am- From Dusty Bibles to Daily BreadJune 14, 2026 - 7:00 am
- Leaving No SurvivorsJune 7, 2026 - 7:00 am
Stories About Songs
- One Way Through the ChaosJuly 26, 2026 - 7:00 am
- The Gospel Still Changes EverythingJuly 12, 2026 - 7:00 am
- The Beauty in the Broken RoadJune 28, 2026 - 7:00 am
- From Dusty Bibles to Daily BreadJune 14, 2026 - 7:00 am
- Leaving No SurvivorsJune 7, 2026 - 7:00 am
Fixing What Grief Broke
Brenda Price, Daily DevotionalThe bench had been broken for so long most people forgot it existed.
The park itself is lovely. Trees line the paths just right. Dog walkers pass. Joggers move along the trail. Flowers burst with color. The swings swing. The slides slide. Everything works—except that bench.
Its slats are split. The leg sags. Weather has worn it thin.
An older man comes to the park most afternoons. He walks slowly, hands folded behind his back. He stops at the broken bench, lets out a small sigh, and turns away. Day after day, the pattern repeats.
Across the park, three teenage boys dominate the basketball court. They joke, miss shots, argue—but one day they notice the man. He lingers at that broken bench like hope is leaning on it. They realize no one else seems to care.
They could ignore it. That would cost them nothing.
But caring would cost time, effort, and attention.
They talk, shrug, and finally one says, “We should fix it.” And the rest is history.
They gather wood, borrow a drill from one of their dads, and watch a few YouTube videos on how to repair a bench. When they’re done, it looks sturdy. Not perfect—but solid. It can hold weight again.
The next day, the older man returns. He stops like he always does, but this time he stays. He lowers himself carefully onto the bench and relaxes his shoulders. A smile spreads across his face.
The boys wander over. One asks if he likes it.
The man looks at them for a long moment. Then he tells them he used to sit there with his wife before she passed away. He thanks them for giving that place back to him.
They didn’t know they were fixing that.
Now he can sit there for hours, remembering the life they shared.
No one else seems to notice. Dogs walk. Joggers pass. Life moves on. But something sacred has happened—because those young men stopped long enough to care.
And that’s love doing what love does.
It sounds a lot like what James describes: “Pure and genuine religion… means caring for orphans and widows in their distress and refusing to let the world corrupt you.” — James 1:27
Real faith is practical. It’s sacrificial. It chooses “I didn’t have to, but I wanted to.” It notices broken places and quietly repairs them—without applause.
Because love does great things without expecting great attention. And bright lights don’t need spotlights.
So today, choose that kind of love. The world is still full of broken benches—waiting for someone to stop long enough to care.
A MOMENT TO REFLECT
The TJ Maxx Testimony
Bri Dunn, Daily DevotionalThe stroller wheels squeak just a little as I push them across TJ Maxx.
I’m not here looking for anything in particular—I just wanted to get out of the house. My son Lennox is content. He’s smiling at strangers, mean-mugging a few, and doing all the normal baby things.
But my mind is somewhere else.
As I wander the aisles, I think about all the years I waited and prayed to be a mom. My friend Felicia and I used to dream out loud about days like this, back when we worked at the daycare. We bounced babies on our hips, half-joking about how good we were at it, imagining marriage, children, and a future that felt far away.
Now, I’m living that life.
For a long time, I struggled to believe it would ever happen—a husband, a baby, answered prayers. God responded so completely that sometimes I forget this wasn’t always my normal.
I keep pushing my cart. Then I look up and see Felicia.
She’s here too.
We hug, amazed at how fast the last ten years have flown. Her husband stands beside her—it’s their anniversary. And she has kids too. Her stroller parked next to mine feels like a quiet reminder that God never forgets what He promises, even when we do.
He didn’t just answer my prayers. He remembered the people who prayed and believed alongside me.
Scripture tells us, “Lord, You know the hopes of the helpless. Surely You will hear their cries and comfort them.” — Psalm 10:17
God heard our heart’s cries all those years ago, back in that daycare infant room. And He hasn’t stopped listening.
Seeing my old friend reminded me just how faithful God is. Sometimes all it takes is a familiar face—or a simple moment—to remember that God cares deeply about what we care about.
So today, pause and think about the ways God has shown up in your story. Remember what once felt impossible? God was listening then, and He’s listening now. No prayer is wasted when God is at work.
A MOMENT TO REFLECT
When Chains Start to Shake
Brenda Price, Daily DevotionalThe chains are the first thing you notice.
Cold. Unforgiving. Every movement pulls at iron, and the chains answer back with a reminder: you’re not going anywhere. The air is thick enough to taste. The floor is hard stone. There’s no light to flip on, so you sit in pitch blackness.
This is an ancient jail.
Paul and Silas are here—bound in chains.
This is where the story should be falling apart. Fear should be crawling in. Bitterness would make sense—they’ve done nothing wrong. Most of us would focus on the injustice, the pain, the impossible situation.
And yet… they sing.
Their worship echoes through the prison. They don’t sing because relief is guaranteed, but because they’ve chosen where to fix their focus. Not on the chains. Not on the darkness. But on God—where their true help comes from.
Other prisoners listen. And heaven does too.
Suddenly, the ground shakes. Prison doors swing wide. Chains fall off. And that night doesn’t just change circumstances—it changes hearts. The jailer watches, falls to his knees, and puts his faith in Jesus. His whole family follows. Freedom multiplies.
Years later, Paul would put words to the perspective he lived that night:
Paul knew firsthand that earthly circumstances don’t define us. Chains don’t tell the whole story. What’s visible is never all that’s real.
Most of us aren’t sitting in literal chains today—but we know what it feels like to be stuck. Fear can feel like iron. Disappointment can lock doors just as tight. You don’t need stone walls to feel trapped.
But even the darkest night is stitched with stars.
The invitation here isn’t to deny the darkness. It’s to lift your eyes anyway. To choose joy. To trust that God is holding the outcomes—even when the situation hasn’t changed yet.
Because when you fix your mind on what’s above, freedom always has room to follow.
A MOMENT TO REFLECT