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.
Media Ministries, Inc.
101 N. 2nd Street, Suite 200
West Monroe, LA 71291
Office Phone: (318) 387-1230
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Mailing Address:
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Monroe, LA 71210
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?
Fearless Faith Starts Today
Bri in the Middays, Daily DevotionalI love a good personality test. Meyers-Briggs, strengths assessments—I will take them all. So, when I took a spiritual gifts test, I was excited to see what it revealed.
And then I saw it. “Lowest score: Giving.”
I actually blinked a few times, convinced I had read it wrong. That couldn’t be right. I was a giver! But as I sat with it, a quiet question surfaced:
“Are you really?”
I give my time. I give my skills. I give my encouragement. But money? That is where I hesitate.
I had all the right excuses. “I’ll give more when I have more.” “I’m being responsible.” “God knows my heart.” But the truth is? I was afraid. I was scared to let go and to not have enough at the end of the day.
Then I thought back to my time in college. I had barely anything to my name, yet somehow, God always provided. I never went hungry, and my needs were met in ways I couldn’t have planned or imagined. So why, years later, was I still acting like I had to hold onto everything so tightly?
Maybe you get it. Maybe it is not money for you—maybe it’s time, love, effort. Maybe you tell yourself you will give when you have more, when it is easier, or when life settles down.
But here’s what I’m learning: generosity is not about having more. It is about trusting that God is already enough.
So, I will ask you the same question: Where is fear holding you back from trusting Him today?
Be the Light in Someone’s Life
Daily Devotional, Mornings with LisaMelinda barely had time to breathe, much less think. Wednesday nights were always a rush—digging for her other shoe, grabbing her Bible, texting her cousin to make sure she was coming to youth.
Hey, you coming? she typed quickly before tapping the call button.
“Hello?”
Melinda frowned. It was not her cousin.
“Uh—sorry, wrong number!” she blurted, heat rising to her face.
A pause. Then a quiet, “Okay,” before the call disconnected.
Melinda let out a breath and shook her head. Well, that was awkward. Time to move on.
But she couldn’t.
It was like something in her heart caught on the moment, unwilling to let it slip away. Before she knew what she was doing, she opened the message thread and started typing.
Hey, I know I called by mistake, but I was actually inviting my cousin to church. You’re welcome to come too if you want.
She stared at the screen. This was weird, right? But still, she pressed send.
Three dots appeared.
Then a message that said,
“You don’t even know me, but I needed this. I was planning to end my life tonight. But your message feels like a sign, and I think I need to come.”
That night the person on the other end showed up. And God met her there. And in a room full of people, God made sure she knew—You are seen. You are loved. You have hope.
Was that a wrong number? Not a chance. And it makes me wonder, how many moments like this do we brush past? How often do we let discomfort keep us from reaching out?
God is always moving. Always working. But sometimes, He is waiting on us to press send.