The Connection Corner
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Daily Devotional
Proof that’s Still StandingJune 4, 2026 - 7:00 am- Faith After the FalloutJune 3, 2026 - 7:00 am
- Longing Less, Living MoreJune 2, 2026 - 7:00 am
- Running Home to RestJune 1, 2026 - 7:00 am
- When Joy Fills RoomsMay 31, 2026 - 7:00 am
- The Dinner Table DiscoveryMay 30, 2026 - 7:00 am
- Love That Didn’t Look AwayMay 29, 2026 - 7:00 am
- Discipline, Desire, DelightMay 28, 2026 - 7:00 am
- Loved Louder than LabelsMay 27, 2026 - 7:00 am
- Rest for the RingmasterMay 26, 2026 - 7:00 am
Heart of the Artist
- When Joy Fills RoomsMay 31, 2026 - 7:00 am
- Paddleboards and PraiseMay 24, 2026 - 7:00 am
- When Silence Finds a SongMay 17, 2026 - 7:00 am
- The Blood-Bought Glow UpApril 26, 2026 - 7:00 am
- Peace is Still PreachingApril 19, 2026 - 7:00 am
Stories About Songs
- When Joy Fills RoomsMay 31, 2026 - 7:00 am
- Paddleboards and PraiseMay 24, 2026 - 7:00 am
- When Silence Finds a SongMay 17, 2026 - 7:00 am
- The Blood-Bought Glow UpApril 26, 2026 - 7:00 am
- Peace is Still PreachingApril 19, 2026 - 7:00 am
God Is Always in Your Story
Daily Devotional, Heart of the Artist, Stories About SongsI have loved singing for as long as I can remember. Music was always my dream, but life had other plans that led me through twists I never expected.
I was born with congenital scoliosis, a rare and progressive condition that stacked the odds against me early on.
Because of everything I went through, I thought I would make an impact through the medical field. That seemed like the best way for me to make a comfortable life that also helped others in pain.
When I was fourteen, I had back surgery to correct my spine. Doctors placed metal rods and screws along my back to straighten it. They told me it had a high success rate, but when I woke up, I was in excruciating pain.
The physical pain was unbearable, but the emotional weight was worse. Anxiety and depression became this smoke cloud I could not see through. I started to believe this would be my life forever.
One day, I reached for a bottle of pills and thought, “It would be that easy.”
I told God I just wanted to be with Him where it was safe and I did not have to hurt anymore. But as I carried that bottle to the bathroom, it fell from my hand and spilled everywhere. In that moment, I felt God’s presence so strongly. It was as if He whispered, “Hold on, I am not done yet.”
I threw the pills away and clung to those words. I had nothing left but a tiny seed of faith to hold onto, and that faith kept me alive.
I held tightly to Jeremiah 29:11 on a tattered prayer card that reminded me God’s plan was still good. It says, “For I know the plans I have for you,” says the Lord. “They are plans for good and not for disaster, to give you a future and a hope.”
After countless appointments, my surgeon offered a risky option—to remove the rods and screws. I said yes. When I woke up from that second surgery, the dark cloud was gone and light returned to my world.
I went on to finish my medical assisting certification, but deep down, something had changed.
Comfort no longer felt like the goal.
God was calling me to trust Him instead of my plans. So, I started writing songs and leading worship so people could see a sparkle of God’s hope in their own stories, the way I found it in mine.
When I sing “God Is in This Story,” I mean it. I’ve lived it. If you’re walking through pain or uncertainty right now, please know this. God hasn’t forgotten you. Even when the chapters feel dark, His light is still there, waiting to break through.
You may not see it yet, but one day, you’ll look back and see that He was in every line and on every page because God can step into the darkest moments and turn them into something beautiful.
— Katy Nichole
A MOMENT TO REFLECT
Lyrics:
There’s torn up pages in this book
Words that tell me I’m no good
Chapters that defined me for so long
But the hands of grace and endless love
Dusted off and picked me up
Told my heart that hope is never gone
God is in this story
God is in the details
Even in the broken parts
He holds my heart, He never fails
When I’m at my weakest
I will trust in Jesus
Always in the highs and lows
The One who goes before me
God is in this story
So if the storm you’re walking through
Feels like it’s too much, and you
Wonder if He even cares at all
Hold on tight to what you know
He promised He won’t let you go
Your song of healing’s written in His scars
God is in this story
God is in the details
Even in the broken parts
He holds my heart, He never fails
When I’m at my weakest
I will trust in Jesus
Always in the highs and lows
The One who goes before me
God is in this story
If it reads like addiction
If it reads like disease
He’s the One who frees the prisoner
He’s the healer of all things
If it reads like depression
If it reads broken home
He’s the One who holds your sorrow
He won’t leave you here alone
God is in this story
God is in the details
Even in the broken parts
He holds my heart, He never fails
When I’m at my weakest
I will trust in Jesus
Always in the highs and lows
The One who goes before me
God is in this story
Lessons in Faith, Family, and Finding Joy
Daily Devotional, Linda MeyersHalloween has always been bittersweet for me. Nine years ago, my sister Patti went home to be with Jesus on this very day. Patti wasn’t what the world would call “normal.” She had learning challenges and physical limitations, but those never defined her — not to us, and certainly not to her. She lived with joy, grit, and a deep love for people and for Jesus.
Every year, I remember Patti by reflecting on the twelve lessons she taught me. They’re simple, yet profound reminders of what a Christ-shaped life looks like:
When I look at that list, I’m reminded of Paul’s words in Romans 12:9-13:
“Love must be sincere. Hate what is evil; cling to what is good. Be devoted to one another in love. Honor one another above yourselves. Never be lacking in zeal, but keep your spiritual fervor, serving the Lord. Be joyful in hope, patient in affliction, faithful in prayer. Share with the Lord’s people who are in need. Practice hospitality.”
That’s Patti. She lived this out not by trying to be “normal,” but by being exactly who God made her to be. My brother once said, “What if Patti was always the normal one, and we are not?” That thought still stops me in my tracks. Maybe the truest version of “normal” isn’t what culture says, but what God calls us to: childlike faith, unconditional love, unashamed boldness for Jesus, and a life poured out for others.
This Halloween, as kids run door-to-door in costumes and laughter fills the streets, I’ll be celebrating Patti — the joy she brought, the faith she carried, and the love she shared. And my prayer is that we all might learn to live a little more like her: fully ourselves, fully alive in Christ, and fully unafraid to shine His light.
Because in the end, “normal” isn’t found on a checklist of abilities or expectations. As Patti reminded me, “Normal” is just a setting on the dryer.
A MOMENT TO REFLECT:
Leaving a Legacy of Faith
Daily Devotional, David HallThe grandkids were over again, racing through the living room. Tom sat back in his chair, letting their laughter echo through the house. He could not help but think how quickly time flies by.
He had raised his kids, watched them start families of their own, and now he was back to building forts in the living room with three wide-eyed grandkids.
They asked a hundred questions a day, most of which he did not have answers to. He wished he had more time to try.
It seemed like his wife Melody felt the same way. Later that evening, she turned over in bed and asked, “Tom, who is going to teach them truth when we are gone?”
That question led them to an unusual decision. A few weeks later, they added Christian radio to their will.
For Tom, it was not about control or making demands. It was about trust. He remembered how many times a simple song on the radio had steadied him in a storm, how a timely word had reminded him he was not alone. If it had carried him through, it could carry them, too.
He thought of the Israelites stacking stones beside the river as a marker for the children who would come later. “We will tell the next generation the praiseworthy deeds of the Lord, His power, and the wonders He has done.” His marker just happened to ride the airwaves, carrying truth to anyone willing to listen.
He could not choose the paths his grandchildren would walk. But he could leave a trailhead, a reminder pointing toward something real.
Someday, he thought, one of those little ones might turn the dial and hear hope when they need it most.
And maybe that is the invitation for all of us—to make sure someone else has the chance to hear hope when they need it most. After all, what better legacy could there be that’s worth tuning into?
A MOMENT TO REFLECT