The Connection Corner
A daily source of encouragement and inspiration to connect your heart to hope and faith.
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
The Day Hope Came Back
Daily Devotional, Linda Meyers“Enclosed is a check to sponsor one day of Hope. I will be mailing checks to you monthly.”
That is what Susan wrote on the card.
Hope. The word alone brought a lump to her throat.
Hope was her Cocker Spaniel. She had a coat like caramel and eyes that always seemed to understand. For years, she was with Susan for everything. Walks in the early morning. Long afternoons on the porch. The simple parts of life no one else really saw, she was there for them all.
When she passed away in January, she did not know what to do with the grief and stillness. For a while, the house felt unfamiliar. She would catch herself reaching for the leash, looking for Hope, and listening for her feet on the floor.
But even in the ache, Susan noticed something. Each morning, she would turn on Always Uplifting 88.7 The Cross. And somehow, the words that came through the speakers gave her something she did not know she needed. Not a distraction. Not a fix. Just a reminder that hope still had a place in her story.
As she listened, she began to see hope differently.
Real hope wasn’t just the name of her dog—it was the presence of Someone greater.
Now, by giving she wants to share that same hope with others.
You see, real hope is not sentimental. It is a Person who shows up when life falls apart. He is present on the good days and the bad. His name is Jesus, and if you have known Him in that way, you know He is worth sharing.
Is there someone who needs the same hope that carried you? You may not know their name. But just like Susan, you can still be part of the reason they keep going.
When Love Leaves its Mark
Daily Devotional, Tammi ArenderI walked into my parents’ house and had to stop for a moment. The air smelled faintly of old wood and a hint of sugar, like it always had. I let my eyes wander, taking it all in
I drifted toward the kitchen. That room that always pulled me in first.
It was too quiet. I half expected to hear mom there, humming a hymn while making a pitcher of sweet tea. That music had once been the heartbeat of the house.
The longer I stood there, the heavier the memories pressed in. She has been gone more than two decades, and still, the ache surprises me.
People told me grief softens over time. Maybe it does. I do not cry every time I think of her, but here, in this kitchen I find myself blinking back tears.
I caught sight of her photo on the shelf and smiled through the blur. Then I noticed her Bible sitting in the corner, worn and waiting, as though she might reach for it at any moment. I wished I could tell her about the ways God had carried me.
She always made sure I heard about Jesus, even if she did not sit in the pew herself. I would give anything for her to see the woman I have become.
And as I stood there, the words of Revelation 14:13 came to mind:
Even through the tears, I realized something: the lessons she left behind and the love she poured into me were bigger than the loss. That is what really matters.
I say that because I realized life is about leaving a Jesus-shaped imprint on people. Life is fleeting, but the marks we leave—especially the ones shaped by love and faith—always linger.
I took one more look around and smiled to myself. Mom’s imprint was all over this house.
And it always would be.
A MOMENT TO REFLECT
What is Your Life Preaching
Daily Devotional, David HallThe first sermon I really remember was not told from a pulpit. No. It was from a six-year-old boy standing on a fireplace.
He was preaching into a purple and green toy microphone that came from McDonalds. And though I barely understood what he was doing, I have never forgotten it.
That boy was my cousin, Waylon. He has lived his life on the autism spectrum, and while most may see limitations, I have only ever seen his faith. And he never stopped preaching.
Today, you can still see Waylon living out the sermons he preached as a kid.
On Wednesdays, you would find him on stage at church playing his bongos. On Sundays, you would see him with hands raised high. If you asked anyone at Hodge Assembly of God, they would tell you without hesitation that he was the “head usher.” At home, Waylon kept a stack of Jimmy Swaggart tapes spinning. He listened, he learned, and he soaked it all in.
And he even has the coolest job, tailor-made for him.
He rides with the local police unit, spending time with the elderly, visiting people who are too often forgotten. He talks, he listens, he reminds them they still matter—to him and to God. And in his own way, he is still preaching sermons.
I look at his life and realize how much it shaped my own. His unwavering example helped lead me to my work at Always Uplifting 88.7 The Cross. Because I believe, like he does, that every single moment matters.
One song can meet someone at just the right time. One story can change a life. One gift from a listener can make sure someone else hears the hope they need most.
And that is the question left in my heart after sharing his story: what sermon is your life preaching? Because the truth is simple, and it is urgent: life really is about sharing Jesus. Make every moment count.
A MOMENT TO REFLECT