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Daily Devotional
Faith that Wears Stretchy PantsApril 25, 2026 - 7:00 am- Heaven Doesn’t Count Like ThatApril 24, 2026 - 7:00 am
- The Road Paved with RedemptionApril 23, 2026 - 7:00 am
- Listening to the Little ThingsApril 22, 2026 - 7:00 am
- What Really Deserves Your TimeApril 21, 2026 - 7:00 am
- The Giver is Better than the GiftApril 20, 2026 - 7:00 am
- Peace is Still PreachingApril 19, 2026 - 7:00 am
- Joy That Won’t Stay QuietApril 18, 2026 - 7:00 am
- Quit Chasing What ChangesApril 17, 2026 - 7:00 am
- Prayers Already in MotionApril 16, 2026 - 7:00 am
Heart of the Artist
- Peace is Still PreachingApril 19, 2026 - 7:00 am
- Hope in His NameApril 12, 2026 - 8:00 am
- When Forgiveness Writes the EndingMarch 22, 2026 - 7:00 am
- When Worship Found Its HeartMarch 15, 2026 - 7:00 am
- When Enough is EnoughMarch 8, 2026 - 7:00 am
Stories About Songs
- Peace is Still PreachingApril 19, 2026 - 7:00 am
- Hope in His NameApril 12, 2026 - 8:00 am
- When Forgiveness Writes the EndingMarch 22, 2026 - 7:00 am
- When Worship Found Its HeartMarch 15, 2026 - 7:00 am
- Words Hurt, Truth HealsFebruary 28, 2026 - 7:00 am
Lessons in Faith, Family, and Finding Joy
Daily Devotional, Linda MeyersHalloween has always been bittersweet for me. Nine years ago, my sister Patti went home to be with Jesus on this very day. Patti wasn’t what the world would call “normal.” She had learning challenges and physical limitations, but those never defined her — not to us, and certainly not to her. She lived with joy, grit, and a deep love for people and for Jesus.
Every year, I remember Patti by reflecting on the twelve lessons she taught me. They’re simple, yet profound reminders of what a Christ-shaped life looks like:
When I look at that list, I’m reminded of Paul’s words in Romans 12:9-13:
“Love must be sincere. Hate what is evil; cling to what is good. Be devoted to one another in love. Honor one another above yourselves. Never be lacking in zeal, but keep your spiritual fervor, serving the Lord. Be joyful in hope, patient in affliction, faithful in prayer. Share with the Lord’s people who are in need. Practice hospitality.”
That’s Patti. She lived this out not by trying to be “normal,” but by being exactly who God made her to be. My brother once said, “What if Patti was always the normal one, and we are not?” That thought still stops me in my tracks. Maybe the truest version of “normal” isn’t what culture says, but what God calls us to: childlike faith, unconditional love, unashamed boldness for Jesus, and a life poured out for others.
This Halloween, as kids run door-to-door in costumes and laughter fills the streets, I’ll be celebrating Patti — the joy she brought, the faith she carried, and the love she shared. And my prayer is that we all might learn to live a little more like her: fully ourselves, fully alive in Christ, and fully unafraid to shine His light.
Because in the end, “normal” isn’t found on a checklist of abilities or expectations. As Patti reminded me, “Normal” is just a setting on the dryer.
A MOMENT TO REFLECT:
Leaving a Legacy of Faith
Daily Devotional, David HallThe grandkids were over again, racing through the living room. Tom sat back in his chair, letting their laughter echo through the house. He could not help but think how quickly time flies by.
He had raised his kids, watched them start families of their own, and now he was back to building forts in the living room with three wide-eyed grandkids.
They asked a hundred questions a day, most of which he did not have answers to. He wished he had more time to try.
It seemed like his wife Melody felt the same way. Later that evening, she turned over in bed and asked, “Tom, who is going to teach them truth when we are gone?”
That question led them to an unusual decision. A few weeks later, they added Christian radio to their will.
For Tom, it was not about control or making demands. It was about trust. He remembered how many times a simple song on the radio had steadied him in a storm, how a timely word had reminded him he was not alone. If it had carried him through, it could carry them, too.
He thought of the Israelites stacking stones beside the river as a marker for the children who would come later. “We will tell the next generation the praiseworthy deeds of the Lord, His power, and the wonders He has done.” His marker just happened to ride the airwaves, carrying truth to anyone willing to listen.
He could not choose the paths his grandchildren would walk. But he could leave a trailhead, a reminder pointing toward something real.
Someday, he thought, one of those little ones might turn the dial and hear hope when they need it most.
And maybe that is the invitation for all of us—to make sure someone else has the chance to hear hope when they need it most. After all, what better legacy could there be that’s worth tuning into?
A MOMENT TO REFLECT
Family On the Move
Brenda Price, Daily DevotionalThe move nearly did me in.
First the engine blew, then the tire went flat, and before long, I was stranded on the side of the road. It took twenty hours just to limp the moving van into my new town.
By the time I finally arrived, my own car was sitting abandoned miles away, and I was too tired to even cry about it.
The next morning my phone buzzed. It was my radio friends. They wanted to know if I was okay. I didn’t have the energy to sugarcoat it. I told them everything: about my broke down vehicle and about feelings bone-tired and a little afraid.
Before I knew it, my friends came to my rescue. Not one or two people, but a small army of them. They showed up at my new apartment and got my car to a safe place. They carried boxes, lifted furniture, and encouraged me.
The funny thing is, I never asked. They just came.
And somewhere between the boxes and the laughter, one of them looked at me and said, “Brenda, you’re part of the family now. Your family is here to help you.”
Wow. That’s what it means to be the Church, isn’t it. It’s not a radio slogan. No, it’s real love on display. Sacrificial, supportive, and never missing a beat.
And it makes me wonder: how can I live that out for someone else? How many people are quietly stranded on their own roadside, too tired or too proud to ask for help?
What if we slowed down long enough to notice them? What if we showed up without waiting to be asked?
The truth is, every act of kindness and every burden shared preaches louder than any sermon ever could. Because what we call the body of Christ, I think that’s just another word for family.
A MOMENT TO REFLECT