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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Counting on God a Latte
Daily Devotional, Tammi ArenderIt was just spilled coffee.
Just a brown splash stain on a dress that wasn’t new and wasn’t even my favorite. But there I stood, blinking fast, tears mixing with the moisture from my coffee cup that’s now staining the fabric.
It wasn’t the coffee that got to me. It was that this was “one more thing.”
These days, I’ve turned into a clumsy, uncoordinated mess. I trip over nothing. I drop phones, books, and water bottles. Cups seem to leap from my hands before I even know I’ve lost my grip.
I read once that older folks become more prone to this. Something about damaged nerve endings that don’t send the right messages to the brain.
The balance and coordination that once happened without thinking now require effort.
I used to be steady. Steady as she goes. I could tie my shoes without leaning against anything. I could walk across the room without wondering if the floor would feel different under my feet.
My feet have always been my foundation. Without a good foundation, nothing else works the way it should.
And yet… the coffee in my lap reminded me of my only real foundation. My only steady thing. Jesus.
I wish aging didn’t come with so many humbling reminders of what I can’t do anymore. But maybe those reminders aren’t the worst thing. Maybe they’re the reason I keep leaning harder on Him.
I know someday I’ll walk without effort again. One day I’ll get a new body in Heaven, one with the balance of an Olympic gymnast. My steps will be sure, and my hands will hold things without slipping.
Until then, I’ll keep sipping my coffee and holding on to the One who never lets me down. And I invite you to, too.
God’s Goodness All Around
Daily Devotional, Sarah HallWhen I turned eight, my mom hosted a sleepover that, to my little heart, felt like the event of the year.
We didn’t have decorations or matching pajamas or a color-coded plan. What we had was a popcorn bowl the size of a sink and sleeping bags piled so high you couldn’t even see the carpet.
We stayed up way too late giggling and ate mountains of popcorn. Someone tried to braid hair. Someone else turned a flashlight into a spotlight and declared it was time for a talent show—one that ended in thunderous applause and absolutely zero talent.
I laughed so hard my face hurt.
And my mom? She stayed in the background, quietly watching like we were her favorite show… one she already knew by heart but still wanted to rewatch.
She kept the popcorn coming, refolded blankets we knocked over, and never once told us to quiet down. Not even when we absolutely should have. She just wanted us to enjoy it.
It’s one of my favorite memories. Not because it was extravagant, but because it wasn’t. It was simple and full. Joyful and messy. It’s the kind of memory that sinks deep into your bones and keeps resurfacing when you need it most.
Back then, I didn’t have the words for it. But I see it clearly now: my mom wasn’t just throwing a party. She was giving us a place to belong. A space to be kids.
Looking back, I think God does that too.
He shows up in rooms we almost overlook, in laughter that bubbles up unexpectedly, and in the people who keep refilling our bowls, folding our blankets, and loving us without making a fuss.
So, if He has felt far away lately, do not wait for it to look like something grand. It might already be here.
You can see His goodness all around. It is there in the presence of someone who loves you, the noise of good company, or the touch of sticky hands passing a bowl of popcorn.
God’s goodness is not distant. He is near.
Healing Hidden in Hardship
Bri Dunn, Daily DevotionalNovember 2023 began like any other month—until one phone call changed everything.
When I answered, I found out that my husband, Chris, had been in a head-on collision. Both of his feet were broken. In an instant, life got hard. Really hard.
It was hard because you hate to see someone you love struggle. Chris is at his best when he’s serving others, and now he was the one needing help.
But he handled it with more grace than I think I would have. But even for a man of deep faith, I knew there were days when he sat in the quiet, wondering what God was doing behind the scenes.
I prayed constantly—not just for healing, but that God would use this season for something greater.
Now, two years later, praise God, Chris can walk again and is thriving.
But just a few months ago, as I was dropping off our son at daycare, I noticed his teacher, Ms. Linda, with her arm in a cast. She’s the kind of woman whose joy usually transforms a room, but that morning her face told another story.
She couldn’t pick up the babies, change them, or do any of the things that normally make her feel alive.
I knew Chris would be stopping by during his lunch break, so I prayed that God would give him the right words to encourage her.
When he called me later, I could tell the conversation had gone well. He said he shared a few doctor recommendations, but more importantly, he got to tell her he understood what it feels like to feel purposeless and to be unable to do the things you once took for granted. And he got to encourage her with the word of God.
What an answer to prayer.
And maybe that’s the thing. What if brokenness is really a bridge to healing? Did God break Chris’s feet? No. But He didn’t waste what he went through either.
Maybe the lessons God is teaching you in your darkest seasons are really meant to help light the way for others in theirs?