The Connection Corner
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Daily Devotional
Faith that Wears Stretchy PantsApril 25, 2026 - 7:00 am- Heaven Doesn’t Count Like ThatApril 24, 2026 - 7:00 am
- The Road Paved with RedemptionApril 23, 2026 - 7:00 am
- Listening to the Little ThingsApril 22, 2026 - 7:00 am
- What Really Deserves Your TimeApril 21, 2026 - 7:00 am
- The Giver is Better than the GiftApril 20, 2026 - 7:00 am
- Peace is Still PreachingApril 19, 2026 - 7:00 am
- Joy That Won’t Stay QuietApril 18, 2026 - 7:00 am
- Quit Chasing What ChangesApril 17, 2026 - 7:00 am
- Prayers Already in MotionApril 16, 2026 - 7:00 am
Heart of the Artist
- Peace is Still PreachingApril 19, 2026 - 7:00 am
- Hope in His NameApril 12, 2026 - 8:00 am
- When Forgiveness Writes the EndingMarch 22, 2026 - 7:00 am
- When Worship Found Its HeartMarch 15, 2026 - 7:00 am
- When Enough is EnoughMarch 8, 2026 - 7:00 am
Stories About Songs
- Peace is Still PreachingApril 19, 2026 - 7:00 am
- Hope in His NameApril 12, 2026 - 8:00 am
- When Forgiveness Writes the EndingMarch 22, 2026 - 7:00 am
- When Worship Found Its HeartMarch 15, 2026 - 7:00 am
- Words Hurt, Truth HealsFebruary 28, 2026 - 7:00 am
Sunday Morning Struggles
Bri Dunn, Daily Devotional, Stories About SongsThe dogs were barking at the squirrels and frogs again this morning. Lennox was wanting my attention. My teenage stepdaughter was hunting through my closet for a cardigan. Chris was glued to ESPN, and my hair was refusing to cooperate.
It’s safe to say, Sunday mornings at my house are a bit chaotic these days.
But sometimes, in the midst of the noise, I remember my mom. She would stand near the window on Sunday mornings, playing her flute. She always chose that old hymn that made her smile. I can still imagine her lifting her voice in praise.
“Turn your eyes upon Jesus,
Look full in His wonderful face.
And the things of earth will grow strangely dim,
In the light of His glory and grace.”
In those moments, everything just settled into peace.
This morning, however, I felt anything but calm. I told Chris to go on without me. We both serve at church, and showing up in a bad mood is never ideal. I just needed a few more minutes to get my life together.
In the stillness that followed, that old hymn crept back into my mind. I felt a gentle question press on my heart: Have you spoken to God yet? It stopped me in my tracks.
It was Sunday, of all days, yet I had rushed right past Him. My eyes had been fixed on the chaos instead of the One who brings peace.
The dogs still barked. The cardigan remained missing. The ESPN highlights rolled on. But somehow, those things seemed smaller when I turned my eyes back where they belonged.
If your life feels loud and chaotic like mine does, know this: there is another way to see it. When you lift your eyes to Him, the noise fades into the background. The chaos shrinks, and the peace grows. So, take a deep breath and look up. Let Him carry the weight that was never yours to bear alone.
Turn your eyes to Him, and watch the chaos shrink in the light of His grace.
LYRICS
O soul, are you weary and troubled?
No light in the darkness you see?
There’s light for a look at the Savior,
And life more abundant and free!
Refrain:
Turn your eyes upon Jesus,
Look full in His wonderful face,
And the things of earth will grow strangely dim,
In the light of His glory and grace.
Through death into life everlasting
He passed, and we follow Him there;
O’er us sin no more hath dominion—
For more than conqu’rors we are!
His Word shall not fail you—He promised;
Believe Him, and all will be well:
Then go to a world that is dying,
His perfect salvation to tell!
Hymn by Helen H. Lemmel
Facing Giants with Faith
Daily Devotional, David HallDavid didn’t look like a warrior. He was sunburned from long days in the hills, and his hands smelled like sheep. He didn’t carry a sword or shield, just a sling and a knapsack with bread and cheese for his brothers at the battlefront.
But when he reached the camp, the air felt thick with something worse than war—fear.
Goliath was enormous, and louder than life. He strutted out each morning, mocking Israel and their God, and the soldiers, grown men seasoned by battle, just stared at the dirt. Nobody moved. Not even the king.
But David couldn’t stomach the silence.
He asked why no one was stepping up. They laughed and told him to mind his sheep. But David had seen deliverance before—in the hills, from the jaws of lions, from the claws of bears. This was no different. This giant wasn’t bigger than the God he knew.
He knelt by a stream, careful with his choices. Five smooth stones. One sling. And a heart full of faith.
As David stepped into the valley, Goliath laugh thundered. But David’s eyes were steady on the One who had always been faithful. He knew this fight wasn’t his to win. It was God’s.
A single stone flew, small but mighty. Time seemed to stand still. Then, with a mighty crash, Goliath fell. Silence spread, followed by a roar of victory. What followed was a surge of courage in men who had once been paralyzed by fear.
What mattered most wasn’t that David was brave. It was that he was certain. Certain of God’s power. Certain that one step in faith could be enough to move heaven.
We spend too much time counting stones, doubting our worth, imagining every way we could fail. But maybe the question isn’t “Are you enough?” Maybe it’s: Do you trust the One who is?
God still brings giants to the ground, and He still uses the unexpected to do it. So, take heart. Let your faith rise and stay certain that He is about to do what only He can do.
Living Unapologetically Free
Daily Devotional, Sarah Hall“Free indeed.”
That’s what Jesus promised me, and for a long time, I didn’t believe it.
Counseling gave me some tools to navigate the mess inside, sort through years of self-doubt, and even breathe a little deeper. But sitting quietly before the Lord one morning—Bible open, heart laid bare—I felt something shift.
This wasn’t just healing. This was freedom, and it came when God whispered truth into a part of my heart I always kept covered up.
I can still see that day in my mind. I was just a kid, all bright eyes with laughter bubbling up with every breath. My heart was open to the world. I thought that was a good thing.
Then someone I respected—someone whose opinion mattered—made a joke: “No one takes you seriously.”
It was a throwaway comment, but it hurt. I laughed about it to soften the blow, but the seed took root. From then on, a quiet voice tagged along wherever I went. It whispered to me in job interviews, on ministry teams, every time I was called to lead.
“No one takes you seriously. You’re silly. Immature. Forgettable.”
But that morning—just me and Jesus—I finally listened to someone who actually knew me, and His words spoke louder than the lie.
God’s voice didn’t shame me. It called me: “Capable. Wise. Joyful. Delightful. Chosen. Mine.”
Sure, I had some growing up to do. Who doesn’t? But I’m done apologizing for being the person God made me to be. That is exactly the woman He wants to use. I don’t have to hide or wear a mask. I can be smart and still crack a joke. I can lead boldy and laugh.
Because Jesus didn’t just save me. He set me free.
If you’re living under someone else’s label, ask God who He says you are. Because the truth? It’s His words that matter, and His words set us free to be exactly who He made us to be—no masks, no shame. Just freedom.