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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Turning Pain into Hope
Daily Devotional, David Hall, Stories About SongsEliza hated the silence. Her life had always been so full of movement and things to do. She spent her days teaching, writing, and serving others. But now, all of that was gone.
The injury had taken it from her.
She lay in bed, her body aching, her spirit restless. The days felt unbearably long, and the quietness stretched on. At first, she fought against it. She asked the same questions over and over: Why me? What now? Where are you God?
But as the days passed, she started to read her Bible. This was not the casual kind of reading for passing the time. No. She was desperate.
And in those long, slow hours spent in the Word, she saw things she had never noticed before. Words she had once skimmed past now felt alive. Promises she had memorized now felt like they were written just for her.
She knew she was not just surviving this hardship—God was doing something in it.
One day, she found herself humming a song she had started writing before the injury. It was just another project back then. But now? The words meant something. It went like this.
“When we all get to heaven,
What a day of rejoicing that will be!
When we all see Jesus,
We’ll sing and shout the victory!”
She had never clung to heaven like this before. She had never needed to. But now, her hope in Jesus felt different. Stronger. More real.
When she finally released the song, it spread like wildfire. People who were hurting and searching found something in those words—something bigger than their pain.
Eliza Hewitt would have never chosen this hardship, but looking back, she saw it clearly. Her pain had not been wasted. God turned her silence into a song of hope, and it was too valuable to keep to herself.
That’s the thing. Sometimes, the greatest good that comes out of our hardship is what we are called to give away. Could it be that the very thing you are wrestling with is the thing that someone else needs to hear?
Be the Support Someone Needs
Afternoons with Lauren, Daily DevotionalUrsula had spent her whole life being the strong one—the one who showed up for everybody else. But that day on the mountain, she had to be the one who was carried.
One wrong step, a sharp twist, and pain like fire shot through her ankle. She hit the ground hard, gasping. She tried to stand, but the moment her foot touched the dirt, she crumpled.
Miles of rocky trail stretched between her and help. There was no cell service, no way to call anyone, and for the first time in a long time, she felt completely helpless.
Then, three young men rounded the bend, breathless from their run. They could have smiled politely and jogged on past. Instead, they stopped.
One of them, a boy named Troy, crouched beside her. “Ma’am,” he said, his voice steady, “we’ve got you.”
And before she could argue, he knelt down, let her wrap her arms around his shoulders, and lifted her clean off the ground. Step by step, he carried her down that mountain, his friends steadying them along the way.
By the time they reached the bottom, Ursula’s ankle was still broken, but she felt more cared for than she had in a long time. Because kindness like that—the kind that costs something—sticks with you. They didn’t owe her anything. And yet, they gave anyway. Strength. Time. Compassion.
And the truth is, we all get the chance to be that for somebody.
Some burdens in life are too heavy to bear alone. But what if someone’s relief is waiting on your willingness? What if the kindness you offer today is the kindness that changes everything?
Breathing Easy in Faith
Daily Devotional, Mornings with LisaI woke up with fear sitting heavy on my chest.
Even before my eyes opened, the anxiety was there—pressing, suffocating, unshakable. The world had shut down because of the pandemic. The news was a constant flood of uncertainty, and my mind raced with questions that had no answers.
Would my family be okay? How long would this last? How would we make it financially?
I rolled over and stared at the ceiling, hoping the stillness of the room would settle my nerves. It didn’t.
I needed something stronger than fear.
I threw off the covers, walked to my home office, and pulled up the Christian radio stream.
The voices of my friends back at the radio station filled the room. Happy. Steady. Reassuring. They were not ignoring what was happening, but they were not drowning in it either.
As I listened, something wonderful happened. It was as if, for the first time in days, I could actually breathe. Tears blurred my vision as I sat back in my chair. Because in that moment, I knew—God had not abandoned us. He had not abandoned me.
And He had just used two people on the radio to remind me of that.
That is why I believe in Christian radio. Because it is not just a broadcast—it is ministry. It is real people, speaking real hope into real lives. And I know I am not the only one who needs it.
Someone else is waking up today with that same weight on their chest. I want to make sure that when they turn on the radio, hope is waiting for them.
Would you want to be a part of that?