The Connection Corner
A daily source of encouragement and inspiration to connect your heart to hope and faith.
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
Moments That Carry Faith
Brenda Price, Daily DevotionalSeventeen years ago, I liked to pretend I had life mostly figured out as I danced through the chaos. Truthfully, I was lost and searching.
Back then, I worked in a New York City bar, wrapped up in a world that felt exciting and reckless but hollow underneath. Nights were for partying, Sundays for dragging myself to a church pew. Somehow, I convinced myself the two worlds could live side by side. Deep down, though, I was unraveling.
But God didn’t give up on me. He never does.
There were breadcrumbs along the way—little hints that He was near. One afternoon, a church service played on my television. The preacher said something so ordinary, yet it stopped me in my tracks: “Walk by faith, not by sight.”
I can’t explain why, but those words lit up my insides like a flare.
I grabbed a marker and scrawled them across my whiteboard. For the first time in a long while, I felt steady. Those words helped me shift my eyes away from the chaos and toward God.
Even in my mess, I began to believe He was still watching over me. Looking back now, I see how those breadcrumbs led me to finally say, “I’m done” with the party life—and to go all in with Jesus.
These days, I sit on the other side of that story, working in Christian radio. And I watch the same kind of thing happen every day.
A driver leaving the hospital. A weary commuter stuck in traffic. A mom sitting in the carpool line. Then a song comes on. Suddenly, it feels like God Himself has slid into the passenger seat. Listeners call us through tears to say it was exactly what they needed in that moment.
And you know what amazes me? Those moments aren’t magic. They are generosity. They happen because someone gave—someone believed it mattered to keep the music playing.
Never underestimate the ripple of giving. You may never see the full reach of your faith gift, but it matters.
Once, I needed a phrase on a whiteboard to survive my storm. Today, someone else might need the lyric of a song. And maybe—just maybe—that song is playing because of you.
A MOMENT TO REFLECT
LYRICS:
Would I believe you when you would say
Your hand will guide my every way?
Will I receive the words you say
Every moment of every day?
Well I will walk by faith
Even when I cannot see
Well because this broken road
Prepares your will for me
Help me to win my endless fears
You’ve been so faithful for all my years
With one breath you make me new
Your grace covers all I do, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Well I will walk by faith
Even when I cannot see
Well because this broken road
Prepares your will for me
Well I’m broken, but I still see your face
Well you’ve spoken, pouring your words of grace
Well I will walk by faith
Even when I cannot see
Well, because this broken road
Prepares your will for me
Well I will walk by faith
Even when I cannot see
Oh well, because this broken road
Prepares your will for me
(Well hallelujah, hallelu)
(Well hallelujah) I will walk by faith, I will walk by faith
(Hallelu) I will walk by faith, I will walk by
(Well hallelujah, hallelu) yeah, yeah
(Well hallelujah, hallelu) yeah, yeah
(Well hallelujah, hallelu) yeah, I will walk, I will walk, whoa, I will walk by faith
(Well hallelujah, hallelu) I will, oh yeah, I will, well I will walk by faith
(Well hallelujah)
Music video by Jeremy Camp performing Walk By Faith (2020 Version).
The Day Hope Came Back
Daily Devotional, Linda Meyers“Enclosed is a check to sponsor one day of Hope. I will be mailing checks to you monthly.”
That is what Susan wrote on the card.
Hope. The word alone brought a lump to her throat.
Hope was her Cocker Spaniel. She had a coat like caramel and eyes that always seemed to understand. For years, she was with Susan for everything. Walks in the early morning. Long afternoons on the porch. The simple parts of life no one else really saw, she was there for them all.
When she passed away in January, she did not know what to do with the grief and stillness. For a while, the house felt unfamiliar. She would catch herself reaching for the leash, looking for Hope, and listening for her feet on the floor.
But even in the ache, Susan noticed something. Each morning, she would turn on Always Uplifting 88.7 The Cross. And somehow, the words that came through the speakers gave her something she did not know she needed. Not a distraction. Not a fix. Just a reminder that hope still had a place in her story.
As she listened, she began to see hope differently.
Real hope wasn’t just the name of her dog—it was the presence of Someone greater.
Now, by giving she wants to share that same hope with others.
You see, real hope is not sentimental. It is a Person who shows up when life falls apart. He is present on the good days and the bad. His name is Jesus, and if you have known Him in that way, you know He is worth sharing.
Is there someone who needs the same hope that carried you? You may not know their name. But just like Susan, you can still be part of the reason they keep going.
When Love Leaves its Mark
Daily Devotional, Tammi ArenderI walked into my parents’ house and had to stop for a moment. The air smelled faintly of old wood and a hint of sugar, like it always had. I let my eyes wander, taking it all in
I drifted toward the kitchen. That room that always pulled me in first.
It was too quiet. I half expected to hear mom there, humming a hymn while making a pitcher of sweet tea. That music had once been the heartbeat of the house.
The longer I stood there, the heavier the memories pressed in. She has been gone more than two decades, and still, the ache surprises me.
People told me grief softens over time. Maybe it does. I do not cry every time I think of her, but here, in this kitchen I find myself blinking back tears.
I caught sight of her photo on the shelf and smiled through the blur. Then I noticed her Bible sitting in the corner, worn and waiting, as though she might reach for it at any moment. I wished I could tell her about the ways God had carried me.
She always made sure I heard about Jesus, even if she did not sit in the pew herself. I would give anything for her to see the woman I have become.
And as I stood there, the words of Revelation 14:13 came to mind:
Even through the tears, I realized something: the lessons she left behind and the love she poured into me were bigger than the loss. That is what really matters.
I say that because I realized life is about leaving a Jesus-shaped imprint on people. Life is fleeting, but the marks we leave—especially the ones shaped by love and faith—always linger.
I took one more look around and smiled to myself. Mom’s imprint was all over this house.
And it always would be.
A MOMENT TO REFLECT