The Connection Corner
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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
Choosing To Keep Moving
Bri Dunn, Daily DevotionalThe whole thing started with a pair of leggings that let me down.
I stood in front of the mirror tugging, pulling, sighing, until I finally gave up. Nothing fit. Nothing felt right. I wanted to slam the drawer shut and crawl back under the covers.
My body was different now. Having a baby will do that. And while I knew it in my head, facing it in the mirror was something else entirely.
I’m heavier than I was before, and that truth stung more than I wanted to admit. Especially for somebody like me. I’m a coach and fitness instructor. I’ve always taught other people how to keep going. But here I was, feeling defeated by a pile of clothes that didn’t fit.
I was supposed to be getting ready to go to the gym. The plan was to move, sweat, and work on my health, but I got so frustrated that I decided not to go.
Don’t you know, that’s exactly how the enemy works. He will really try to discourage you when you are just trying to do the right thing. The devil would love to see us stay stuck.
But later on, after the sting wore off, I thought to myself, “What do you mean? I should have went to the gym. I will never let myself get discouraged like that again.”
So I made a promise to myself that day. “Next time I’m going. I will wear my husband’s clothes to the gym if I have to. I don’t care.”
Because at the end of the day, it’s not about how I look. God has called me to stand up against disappointment and defeat, so I’m going to show up anyway.
“And let us not grow weary of doing good, for in due season we will reap, if we do not give up.” — Galatians 6:9
And maybe that’s where you are, too. Maybe it feels like life is stacking up all the little reasons not to keep going. But let me tell you—God’s victories don’t wait for perfect circumstances.
They wait for us to show up.
So show up. Even if it’s messy. Even if the leggings don’t fit.
A MOMENT TO REFLECT
Hope For Troubled Minds
Daily Devotional, Sarah HallGrace used to think she was the problem.
Not in the playful, “bless her heart” kind of way, but in the way that convinces you the world might be better off without you in it.
She was a teenager then, carrying the heavy weight of PTSD, each thread stitched tight from years of relentless bullying. It clung to her like a damp coat she couldn’t shrug off. The days felt dark, but the nights—those were worse. Silence has a way of amplifying the cruelest thoughts, and hers were growing sharper by the day.
One night, she decided she was done. Not angry. Not tearful. Just done.
And that is when the music came.
It was a Christian song—not one she sought out, and she could never quite explain how it reached her. But it did. It didn’t fix everything in a neat, storybook ending. But it stopped her freefall for one fragile moment. Long enough for her lungs to fill with hope.
She listened until the song finished. Then she played it again. And again. Over the next several months, peace began to wash over her, and she felt the love of Jesus like never had before.
But she still struggled. So she found a really good counselor, and through their sessions, she slowly and deliberately chose to live again.
Now, when Grace shares her story, she isn’t afraid to tell the whole truth. God saved her—but it’s okay to talk about the journey, messy parts included. Faith and mental health, she discovered, are not enemies.
“For to set the mind on the flesh is death, but to set the mind on the Spirit is life and peace.” — Romans 8:6
Jesus loves the whole person. Sometimes He arrives in a song. Sometimes He shows up in a kind word from a counselor. And sometimes, He simply gives you the strength to take the next step.
Now Grace writes songs of her own. She hopes to share them with other students just like her, sitting in the dark thinking the end is the only option.
Because she knows with confidence that God is not afraid of tangled minds.
A MOMENT TO REFLECT
The Gift That Changes Everything
Daily Devotional, Tammi ArenderSergio grew up learning how to hide. He kept his right arm tucked away, hoping the world would be too busy to notice what was missing. He trained his left hand to write, to eat, to carry on like everything was fine. And most days, it was fine enough—until it wasn’t.
Like on the baseball field.
That was where Sergio learned there were some things you simply could not fake. His friends tossed balls back and forth, leather snapping against leather, while he stood on the sidelines with a smile that hid the hurt.
But then something remarkable happened. A group of classmates—ordinary teenagers with more heart than sense—decided Sergio needed a hand. Literally. They weren’t surgeons, and they sure weren’t engineers. Just kids with a 3D printer and a stubborn streak.
They measured, tinkered, glued, and fiddled. Piece by piece, a contraption came together. One afternoon, they strapped it on Sergio’s arm. Someone fetched a baseball. Sergio braced himself for disappointment.
But when that ball hit the plastic palm and stuck, the air caught in his throat. He had caught it. Him. For the first time in his life.
The whole crowd of teenagers went wild. You’d have thought Sergio had just won the World Series. And he laughed until his stomach hurt.
That plastic hand didn’t just catch a ball. It caught something far more valuable: kindness. It caught the proof that people had seen him, cared enough to try, and loved him through their effort.
Years later, Sergio still remembers the gift. Not because it was fancy, but because it was offered in love. And maybe that’s the point.
“Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for Me.” — Matthew 25:40
God gives us all sorts of gifts. Some come wrapped in skill, others in knowledge, but the ones that change the world are the ones wrapped in simple caring. Sergio’s story is a reminder that you don’t need a 3D printer to make a difference. Sometimes the greatest gift you can offer is your heart.
A MOMENT TO REFLECT