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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Living for an Audience of One
Daily Devotional, Kirstie FordTerrian Woods stands on the stage at her church. Her legs are shaking and her throat is dry before she ever sings a note.
The room feels bigger than it should. Her heart is pounding so hard it’s distracting. All she can think is, Don’t mess this up. Everyone’s watching.
It’s ironic—she grew up in a church pew in North Memphis. Her grandfather preached. Her aunt led worship. People said she was called to sing. One guest preacher even told her her worship would be her weapon.
She believed it. Mostly.
But standing there, all of it fades beneath the weight of fear. She wants to worship Jesus, but anxiety keeps pulling her attention toward the crowd. The pressure to be seen, approved, and evaluated feels overwhelming.
That’s when something shifts.
Like a whisper cutting through the noise, she remembers the truth: worship isn’t about her performance—it’s about God’s presence. She realizes she’s been focused on many faces instead of the Audience of One.
Her legs still shake. Her heart still races. But she redirects her focus—away from the people, away from herself, and upward toward Jesus. She takes a deep breath and sings.
That moment changes her.
Years later, Terrian is leading worship on bigger platforms and writing songs like “Honestly, We Just Need Jesus.” And when she looks back, she sees a pattern: every time she trusted God more than the opinions around her, His presence met her in ways she couldn’t manufacture.
Scripture names that tension clearly:
We all feel that pull. We might not be standing on a stage, but we face moments where fear of opinion, rejection, or failure tempts us to shrink back. The trap is real—but so is the safety that comes from trusting God.
When we lift our eyes from the crowd to Christ, trembling can turn into trust. Nerves can become worship. Ordinary moments can become encounters with God’s strength.
So don’t let fear hold you back—in your work, your relationships, or your faith. Even if you show up scared, God invites you to find His face in the crowd and discover a presence that comforts, steadies, and carries you.
A MOMENT TO REFLECT
LYRICS:
This is the moment
Where everything turns
Didn’t think I would see it
Was hard to believe
Heaven crashes to earth
I’ve read the stories
Of all that you’ve done
Parted the sea, (and) set captives free
Never thought I’d be one
I am a living, breathing, walking testimony
I am the living proof of what the Lord has done
May call it crazy, but they can’t take away my story
Cause I am a living, breathing, walking testimony
They said I wouldn’t make it
That I should give up
But they didn’t know that
The God that I serve
Is more than enough
He can move mountains
He can make broken beautiful
I never run out of hope
When I run to the God of miracles
I am a living, breathing, walking testimony
I am the living proof of what the Lord has done
May call it crazy, but they can’t take away my story
Cause I am a living, breathing, walking testimony
Look what the Lord has done
Look what the Lord has done
Oh, the enemy did what he could
But the Lord he has used it for good
Look what the Lord has done
Look what the Lord has done
When the thief tried to steal and destroy
The Lord gave me an anthem of joy
Little Letters and Lasting Love
Brenda Price, Daily DevotionalIt’s a normal morning at church. Kids squirm on the floor. Adults smile politely and sing as the offering bucket passes by.
Love is everywhere—sung about, projected in big letters on the screen. But most days, love still feels a little abstract. Hard to touch. You know?
In the middle of all that, someone suggests a simple idea. A few people in the church are sick, so why not ask the kids to draw pictures for them? Nothing flashy. Just construction paper, stick figures, and whatever words a child can spell.
Across town, Mr. Jacobs stares at a hospital ceiling that hasn’t changed in days. The room smells like antiseptic and plastic tubing. The clock ticks, but time feels stuck. Chemo drips slowly, and his body is exhausted.
Later, his nurse tapes something above his bed.
It’s small. A child’s drawing. Crooked hearts in bright colors that don’t stay inside the lines. But the words are clear:
“Don’t give up. Jesus loves you.”
Mr. Jacobs keeps it there. When the pain spikes. When the room feels lonely. He looks at it and remembers he is not forgotten. Love found him—scribbled in crayon by kids who cared.
At church later, a video shows him in his hospital bed, that picture still taped above him. He tells how it arrived on his hardest day, and how those simple words gave him strength.
The room goes still.
The kids sit up straighter. There isn’t a dry eye in the building. God’s comfort had traveled on paper, from one heart to another.
That’s exactly what Scripture describes:
Comfort was never meant to be stored up. It’s meant to move—to circulate from God, through us, to someone else. Sometimes it comes through deep conversations. Other times, through shaky handwriting and paper hearts.
Love doesn’t need to be complicated, expensive, or impressive. It simply asks us to notice who’s hurting and dare to show up. A note. A drawing. A text.
That kind of love still travels. And when it does, God’s comfort goes farther than we ever imagined.
A MOMENT TO REFLECT
Love Looks Like a Cookie
Bri Dunn, Daily DevotionalEight minutes down the road is when the panic hits.
Kathy had done all the usual prep: shoes on, snacks packed, car loaded. And please—did everyone go to the bathroom? Her daughter Ava nodded. They were ready for their weekend adventure.
Except… guess what?
Unmistakable and urgent, Ava’s voice calls from the back seat. She can’t wait. She can’t hold it.
Parents—if you know, you know.
They pull off at the next exit, and the closest option is a Subway. It’s not ideal, but it will have to do. Kathy hustles Ava inside, heart racing as they rush through the door.
Then the clerk looks up.
“The bathroom’s for paying customers only.”
Kathy’s stomach drops. Her wallet is still in the car. There isn’t time to explain or apologize. Panic presses in—and then, before she can scramble or fall apart, kindness interrupts.
Two young men standing nearby step forward without hesitation. Their voices are calm and certain. They say they’ll take care of it. They buy Ava a cookie, and just like that, she’s a paying customer.
Ava rushes to the bathroom, and suddenly everything is right in the world again.
While they wait, Kathy learns the young men’s names—Latavious and Jalen. She learns they’re football players from the University of Georgia.
To them, it was probably nothing. A few dollars. A cookie. But to her, it was everything. It was being seen in a moment of stress. It was someone stepping in when she couldn’t fix it fast enough.
Scripture gives language to moments like this:
That’s what real love looks like when it’s written deep in someone’s heart. It shows up instinctively. Practically. Without needing applause.
Sometimes love doesn’t look like roses or grand gestures. Sometimes it looks like a cookie in a Subway—offered at exactly the right moment.
As this season fills with Valentine’s cards and big displays, this story reminds us that real love is still alive and well. God’s love is often revealed through ordinary people who choose to notice and act.
So carry kindness close. Keep it ready. Spend it freely.
You never know how much a simple gesture might change everything.
A MOMENT TO REFLECT