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Daily Devotional
The Sound of Two CoinsOctober 27, 2026 - 7:00 am
Running Low, But Not Running OutOctober 26, 2026 - 7:00 am
Tree Climber TheologyOctober 25, 2026 - 7:00 am
Ten Dollars Well SpentOctober 24, 2026 - 12:30 pm
Crossroads of HopeOctober 23, 2026 - 7:00 am
The Story You’ll Never HearOctober 22, 2026 - 7:00 am
Hope at Register ThreeOctober 21, 2026 - 7:00 am
More Than a Nice ThoughtOctober 20, 2026 - 7:00 am
The Hundred-Dollar HandshakeOctober 19, 2026 - 7:00 am
Before the Answer CameOctober 18, 2026 - 7:00 am
HEART OF THE ARTIST
Because Somebody PrayedSeptember 27, 2026 - 7:00 am
The Secret to Being BlessedSeptember 6, 2026 - 7:00 am
The Hardest HallelujahAugust 30, 2026 - 7:00 am
Meet Me in the ValleyAugust 9, 2026 - 7:00 am
Holding on Through HeartbreakJuly 5, 2026 - 7:00 am
STORIES ABOUT SONGS
Stuck Is Not Your StorySeptember 20, 2026 - 9:30 am
Come As You AreSeptember 13, 2026 - 7:00 am- The Hardest HallelujahAugust 30, 2026 - 7:00 am
The Fight Nobody SeesAugust 23, 2026 - 7:00 am
One Way Through the ChaosJuly 26, 2026 - 7:00 am
Stories About Songs
- Stuck Is Not Your StorySeptember 20, 2026 - 9:30 am
- Come As You AreSeptember 13, 2026 - 7:00 am
- The Hardest HallelujahAugust 30, 2026 - 7:00 am
- The Fight Nobody SeesAugust 23, 2026 - 7:00 am
- One Way Through the ChaosJuly 26, 2026 - 7:00 am
Tune Into Joy Today
Daily Devotional, Tammi ArenderSome mornings I don’t wake up choosing joy. I wake up choosing survival. The bills are lined up like they own the place. The phone rings. Bad news.
And it has had me thinking a lot about joy lately—how it’s not the same thing as happiness.
Because where I fix my eyes determines what fills my heart.
Happiness comes and goes with the weather of our lives. When good news rolls in, we smile. But when bad news comes, that smile gets slapped clean off.
But joy doesn’t work that way. And I’m so grateful for that. If I think for a minute it does, I just have to remember the cross.
There outside Jerusalem there was blood, dust, and mockery. Jesus is hurting and suffocating with people spitting at Him. And here’s what gets me: He stayed.
He didn’t have to. He could have stepped down and said, “Father, this is not what I signed up for.” Angels would have swooped down to get him off the cross, but He didn’t.
He chose to endure the cross “for the joy set before Him.” That’s how scripture puts it.
There was nothing happy about crucifixion. No comfort or applause. Yet Jesus saw joy on the horizon. You see, joy is not tied to what’s happening around you or to you; it’s anchored to what God is doing beyond you and through you.
The cross was agony, but it wasn’t pointless. Jesus endured because He knew the story didn’t end with a grave. No, Jesus saw redemption. He saw us brought home.
If joy was the same as happiness, He could not have carried it with Him to Golgotha. That means joy isn’t fragile. It’s rooted in certainty. It’s rooted in resurrection and the finished work of our Savior.
And if Jesus could hold onto joy, then my hardest days don’t get to steal it from me either. So, when I feel heavy, I lift my eyes to the old rugged cross, and I walk into the day with joy.
I hope you will too.
A MOMENT TO REFLECT
The Redemption Rewrite
Brenda Price, Daily DevotionalIf the disciples had a group chat, it would have been chaotic.
Peter: “Hey y’all… quick update. I just cut off a guy’s ear.”
James: “You WHAT?”
John: “Bro.”
Peter again: “Jesus was getting arrested. I panicked. I carry sharp things. I move fast. I get mad. You know how I am.”
You can almost see him typing and deleting.
“But then Jesus healed the guy. So… yeah. He’s incredible.”
Three days later, the chat lights up again.
Peter: “Also… guess what I did. I denied Him. Three times. I told people I didn’t even know Him.”
No one responds. There’s no humor. No emojis. Just the weight of it.
Have you ever have a moment like that? The one where you realize your mouth moved faster than your faith? Where fear made you smaller than you wanted to be?
Peter wasn’t just impulsive. He was ashamed, but then … Jesus makes him breakfast.
He doesn’t lecture Peter. There’s no cold shoulder. No, “I told you so.” Just bread and fish and a fire on the shore.
And then Jesus asks, “Do you love Me?”
It’s not to shame him, but to restore him.
Not to replay the failure, but to recommission his calling.
Jesus still calls him Peter, “the rock.” He still gives him purpose. He still trusts him with people. Because in the end, the story was never about Peter proving himself—it was about God’s glory and name. It is about His unfailing love and faithfulness. Not Peter’s.
Because it’s in moments like that—when Peter falls and Jesus restores—that God’s faithfulness is put on full display.
And that’s the whole point.
God doesn’t give up on you when you fail. He meets you in your weakness with grace that calls you forward.
The enemy wants you stuck at the courtyard fire—replaying what you said and what you did. But Jesus builds a new fire on a shoreline and invites you to sit down.
So if you’ve been living like your worst moment had the final word, it’s time to step toward the shore. Let Jesus feed you again. Let Him ask you the deeper questions, and let Him call you forward.
Because Christ meets us in our weakness.
And that’s really good news.
A MOMENT TO REFLECT
Help for Heavy Hearts
Bri Dunn, Daily DevotionalLast year, I had a season where I was really wrestling with some very scary things internally.
I was a new mom with a toddler. Life stayed loud and busy all day, but at night, when the house finally went still, my mind didn’t. One night I couldn’t sleep at all. I stared into the dark while anxiety pressed against my chest. I kept trying to calm myself down, telling myself it would pass, opening my Bible, and playing worship music on my phone.
Nothing helped.
It felt deeper than a restless night—it felt like I was sinking under something I couldn’t escape. The harder I tried to manage it, the more exhausted I became. Sometime after midnight, I finally stopped trying to hold it together and said, “Lord, I can’t take this. I need help.”
And in that moment, I thought about Jesus in the Garden of Gethsemane the night before the cross. The weight pressing in on Him. He didn’t hide His anguish. He brought it straight to the Father.
It made me think, if the Son of God could voice His distress in the dark, then bringing mine to the Father isn’t weakness. It’s admitting a real need.
That night was hard, but I remember later that week, things I had been struggling with did start to resolve. Conversations happened. Clarity came. The pressure quit suffocating me.
And I know without a shadow of a doubt, it was because I cried out to God. It was there that I found the Lord really can be my strength and my shield in the midnight hour. My heart learned to trust Him more deeply, and He helped me.
Not because I found perfect words or because I was strong, but because He is.
And you can do the same.
When the wrestling inside your mind feels like too much and you don’t know what to pray, just cry out to God. Admit every need, and let the Father be your strength.
Just bring Him what’s heavy. He already knows how to carry it.
A MOMENT TO REFLECT