Look for the Evidence of God’s Love

Look for the Evidence of God’s Love

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I sat in my counselor’s office. I had many things I wanted to talk about, but before I could bring up any of the topics I wanted to discuss, I heard myself saying, “I am afraid to date. I’m afraid I won’t be safe. And I’m afraid I’ll make bad decisions. I don’t know how to look for someone good.”

My counselor took out a piece of paper, scrawling a word in capital letters near the top. In large letters I saw the word EVIDENCE. She drew a line down the middle of the paper and held it up to me. “See this?”

I nodded.

She told me to look for evidence in a guy’s life: how he talked to his friends, the music he listened to, how he spoke to a barista. She told me to pay attention to everything: “Be alert and look for the evidence. The evidence doesn’t lie.”

I took her wisdom to heart. And I’ve realized that looking for evidence isn’t only wisdom for dating relationships — it’s also a way to see God.

I think of her words: be alert and look for the evidence.

Am I alert when it comes to seeking God? Am I looking for evidence of His love? When I truly think about it, get my trusty notebook out, and jot down the signs of God’s fingerprints, I am astounded by all the ways He shows me He loves me.

I see the love of God in the eyes of my nephew and niece. I see the love of God in the friendships He has given me. I see the love of God in the way He’s redeeming some hard parts from my past.

Be alert and look for evidence of God’s love. I think you’ll be surprised by what you find. God’s love is as close to you as the air you breathe. He delights in you and sings over you. Sometimes we just need a reminder to wake up and look.

“The Lord your God is with you,
the Mighty Warrior who saves.
He will take great delight in you;
in his love he will no longer rebuke you,
but will rejoice over you with singing.”
Zephaniah 3:17 NIV 

By Aliza Latta as published in 100 Days of Strength in Any Struggle

 

You can’t do this life on your own . . . and you’re tired of trying. You need evidence that God is still present and good when everything around you tries to convince you otherwise. You need help and encouragement to keep going when the one next step is simply too much. We get it.

What if you don’t have to muster up more grit, determination, and wisdom on your own but could tap into the source of true, unfailing strength? Here’s the good news: You can.

You are stronger than you think because God is closer than you know.

100 Days of Strength in Any Struggle will take you on a journey of learning to see God clearer and to know Him deeper in the middle of your struggles. As you experience pain, move through daily challenges, or get bogged down by anxieties big or small, you’ll learn to find Him right in the middle of it, ready to strengthen you and give you rest.

In a Dark World, Notice the Glimmers

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I’m a full-steam-ahead kind of person. This can have its perks — I’m always planning and never stuck in the past. But there’s a shadow side, too — I can be so caught up in what will be (or might be) that I lose track of what is.

I often find myself so distracted, caught up in all my daily to-dos, that I miss the gifts of grace right in front of me. The first inhale of fresh air as I step outside. The perfect song on the radio as I turn the key in the ignition. The maple leaf’s satisfying crunch under my feet as I venture down the doorsteps to check the mail. 

Life is made up of a million little glimmers — small, seemingly ordinary glimpses of goodness that bring light into our everyday lives.

These glimmers of hope are all around us, but it’s easy to be too distracted to notice them. 

Deb Dana, a therapist who specializes in complex trauma, first shared the term “glimmers” in her book The Polyvagal Theory in Therapy. She describes glimmers as “micro-moments” that foster feelings of well-being. “Glimmers routinely appear in everyday life, yet frequently go unnoticed,” she writes.

What would it take for you to stop thinking about the future, even just for a moment, to glimpse the holy hiding in the mess of the everyday? Noticing these small, sacred moments — the steam hovering over your morning coffee, the flame of a candle dancing on your bedside table — can restore our bodies and even rewire our brains.

God made us to notice. Because when we notice, we restore and renew our weary minds, bodies, and souls.

Research shows that our nervous systems, often in survival mode, benefit from noticing glimpses of goodness. Paying attention to even the briefest positive emotion can help nurture our nervous systems and build resilience. 

How often are you in survival mode, moving from one thing to the next, shoulders tight and heart heavy, just trying to make it through another day? Maybe you’re caught in an unending cycle of work and worry, with little room for joy. But glimmers are always there, like the sunlight filtering through your window just so, illuminating tiny particles of dust that seem to dance in midair.

These moments, small as they may seem, can help us feel safer and more grounded. Psalm 34:8 invites us to “taste and see that the Lord is good” – because when we do, we find refuge in the One who loves us and will never leave us. God is present in it all, beckoning us to experience goodness in everyday glimpses of grace.

Maybe it seems flippant to look for small glimmers. After all, our world is spinning at hyperspeed. Division, discord, and distraction shout for our attention. Our world, our countries, our neighborhoods, and even our own families sometimes struggle to find common ground. We can get so caught up in what-ifs and worries that we lose sight of the beauty nestled into the here and now. Even in life’s chaos, Lamentations 3:22-23 reminds us, “Because of the Lord’s great love we are not consumed, for his compassions never fail.”

Glimmers in our fantastic, dirty, messy, holy lives remind us that over and over again, we are offered a chance to receive restoration. Each sunrise brings new mercy, and every glimmer of hope hidden in the corners of our lives reminds us of God’s faithful presence in the present moment.

Noticing small signs of hope doesn’t mean denying the shadows or ignoring the realities of a weary world; instead, it keeps us going, giving us the strength to keep showing up. When we stay awake to the glimmers in front of us, we reorient our hearts to the Everlasting Light.

Glimmers remind us that though the world may grow dark, we are safe and held in the loving arms of Christ.

In Strong Like Water, my friend Aundi Kolber, a licensed professional counselor, contrasts glimmers as a delightful counterweight to the triggers we have in our lives. “If a trigger is anything (smell, taste, experience, person, etc.) that activates an embodied memory of a past threat or trauma, a glimmer is something that helps us connect with a sense of our felt safety.”

The briefest glimmer — like a crumpled $5 bill you find in last year’s coat pocket or the flow of your favorite pen as you write a grocery list — can act as nudges to the depth of your soul that you are safe. That you are seen. And that you are loved – right here, right now.

What would it look like to open yourself to noticing the glimmers in your life today? Maybe it’s slowing down to breathe in the earthy smell of new beginnings after an afternoon downpour or taking a minute to delight in the simple satisfaction of finishing a good book (or starting a new one). 

Take a minute. What glimmer might be hiding in plain sight?

Can you smell that freshly cut grass? Do you see how your loved one’s eyes crinkle when you walk through the door? Can you hear the birds singing in the distance? Do you feel the way that ice-cold sparkling water tickles your tongue?

God is with you now, offering grace to light your way through the darkness.

Will you notice?

A Breath Prayer for Noticing Glimmers
From the “Noticing” chapter in the fall section of Every Season Sacred, you can use this simple breath prayer to help you notice the glimmers of grace all around:

Inhale: Help me see You
Exhale: In and around me

May glimmers light your path, helping you notice and name even the tiniest reflections of God’s goodness in the days ahead.

 

A Five Dollar Kindness Miracle

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I stood in my kitchen riffling through a small accordion file where we kept money for our monthly budget. It was the end of the month, so the file was mostly empty. My sister was coming over soon, and I was scrambling to find some cash to give her. I checked my wallet. the jar where we stash dollars to save for vacation. My bottom desk drawer. All the places I might have hidden a few extra bucks.

My search was semi-successful. I thumbed through the wad of cash. Somehow I had found a hundred dollars. Strangely, though, they were all five-dollar bills. Suddenly, 20 five-dollar bills felt like both too much and painfully not enough. I wasn’t sure what to do.

My sister was going through a hard time — a really hard time. Life had imploded, and the gap between what she had and what she needed seemed impossible to bridge. I wanted to support her, to let her know that she wasn’t alone. In some ways, a hundred dollars felt embarrassingly inadequate, as I knew it would hardly make a dent in her needs. On the other hand, I felt a little guilty that I had the resources to scrounge up that sum of money and the sacrifice didn’t hurt too much.

I stared at the stack of five-dollar bills. I didn’t want to make my sister feel insulted or ashamed by my gift. I just wanted her to know that she was seen and that I would walk through the fire with her. “Lord, help me to know what to do,” I prayed.

I felt a stirring in my spirit. Ihe whisper of God that said, I know your heart and will honor it. Give joyfully — exactly what you have.

Later that afternoon, while cousins played together in the backyard and my sister and I cleaned up from lunch, I handed her a white envelope with my gift. She stuck it in her purse without opening it.

That night my phone binged with a new text: “Sister, I couldn’t believe it when I opened your envelope. This morning at church I put my last five dollars in the offering plate. I knew God was asking me to trust Him, but it was hard. Your generous gift was God reminding me that He sees me and will be faithful to provide for me.”

With tears in my eyes and a smile spread across my face, I stood once again in my kitchen, just shaking my head. Only God. His kindness to use and bless exactly what we have is abundant.

-By Becky Keife as published in Courageous Kindness

Have you ever looked at the world’s limitless problems in comparison with your limited resources and wondered if it’s even possible for one person to make a meaningful difference? Or maybe you think about today’s culture and feel disheartened by all the critical voices and division. Maybe kindness seems like a long-lost virtue without enough power to impact a single life let alone change the world.

Through the pages of Scripture and stories from women just like you, the Courageous Kindness Bible Study will show you how God’s kindness is an unrelenting pursuit of human hearts and an invitation to partner with Him.

God is absolutely wild about people — including you! His kindness is the catalyst for our salvation; His work in our lives is like a love letter inviting others to repentance and relationship. God goes to unimaginable lengths to wow and woo and call His children to Himself. Does this mean life is easy, peachy, and pain-free? We all know the answer to that is a resounding no. Yet when we learn to live with eyes wide open to the evidence of God’s kindness, it will not only change our view and understanding of God but will transform the way we see and relate to others.

Courageous Kindness by Becky Keife, with stories from other (in)courage writers, is on sale now at DaySpring.com for only $10! Plus, you can find more (in)courage Bible studies for $10 here through the end of Septmember!

God wants to use your ordinary days to accomplish more than you could ever expect.

I Am a Writer with Dyslexia and I Bear Witness to God’s Grace

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I am a writer with dyslexia.

Even typing those eight words feels like a paradox. It’s taken me years since the diagnosis to claim both titles — writer and dyslexic — without feeling a pressing need to spout off a list of achievements faster than the words “a writer with dyslexia” landed on a hearer.

I had hoped my accomplishments could outrun the words that sometimes elude me.

It was during my first year working as a digital managing editor at a publishing house, helping to shape the words of some of the most gifted writers, when I learned I had dyslexia. This reality stirred a well of insecurities, adding another layer of vulnerability to my already overflowing desire to prove that I was enough.

I often doubted how the very tool of words could, on the one hand, be instruments gifted by God to create sentences that sing of His grace and truth and yet, on the other hand, be the source of my greatest struggles. It’s a paradox that I still wrestle with. But it has become a sacred wrestling, one where my weakness collides with God’s immense strength. It’s in the quiet spaces between the stumbles with words that His truth whispers most profoundly. Here, in this very tension, lies an encounter, a holy ground where my limitations bow to God’s boundless power and glory.

For many of us, we have spent years seeing inadequacies and limitations as only weakness adjacent. And we’re not the first to know this struggle. During His day, Jesus’ disciples (despite witnessing His many miracles firsthand) didn’t always see how God’s power and glory could and would work through, not apart from, their imperfections and limitations.

In John 9:1-3, Jesus encounters a man who was born blind. His disciples asked Him, “Rabbi, who sinned, this man or his parents, that he was born blind?” Jesus answered, “Neither this man nor his parents sinned, but this happened so that the works of God might be displayed in him.”

Just as it was with Jesus’ disciples, this story of the blind man challenges our conventional understanding and approach to limitations. Jesus’ intention? That, through this encounter, we might gain better sight.

Take a brief moment to consider the areas where you are experiencing lack or limitation. Could it be that what you see as a perceived lack is leading you toward greater dependence on God? Is this lack or limitation posturing you to receive His provision and not your own?

There’s no denying that our limitations are hard, and our lack is inconvenient. Surely, this fallen world is not the way God originally intended it to be (Genesis 3:16-19). Still, He’s not left us without hope nor without the ability to still give Him glory.

But He said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly of my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ may rest upon me.
2 Corinthians 12:9

It’s now been four years of working in publishing, and I can bear witness to God’s grace being sufficient, as He uses my weaknesses to qualify His call on my life. I am a writer who wrestles with dyslexia but, more than anything, I am a child of God whose identity is found in Christ — the Word who became flesh.

Could it be that God permitted this paradoxical path for me that I may, all the more, embody the power of His grace? If so, it’s a paradox I am willing to live out until He heals me . . . or calls me home.

Do You Want to Get Well?

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Curled up on the sofa, I sat in silence as my friend sobbed. We’d been here once before as she tried to unearth personal layers that had held her hostage for too long. When she was in financial debt and depressed, I’d text, talk, feed, and pray with her when she isolated — but now we were paused at a crossroads.

Loneliness darkened her soul. Hope felt hard and her couch felt too comfortable. Complacency lingered. She didn’t want to get up and all my attempts to help halted.

I’ve always been a “pull myself up by the bootstraps” kind of gal, so I was stumped. Life often felt challenging, but I was always willing to put in the work. Give me a wise rule and I’d follow it. Offer me a hard job, I’d do my best. Tell me how to get better, I’d try it. Until years later, when I didn’t want to try anymore either. I was tired, discouraged, and, for the first time, understood my friend’s painful crossroads.

I burrowed at home and isolated. Betrayal stung and going to church hurt, so I withdrew. As an extrovert who was historically busy with others, my friends never guessed because I hid behind the kids’ schedules. That hurt more. Emotional anguish rolled into physical weakness and the longer I stayed hidden, the more alone I felt.

One lonely evening I heard Jesus’s gentle prodding. “Jen, do you want to get well?”

This is the same question Jesus asked the man who had been sick for thirty-eight years. The man who waited, wallowed, and wondered what was next for him — who laid by the pool of Bethesda alongside a host of other sick people who pined for a miraculous healing of their own. The Greek word used here for sick (astheneō) doesn’t focus solely on the physically weak. It extends to any of us who lack strength, feel powerless, or struggle with weakness of faith.

Can you imagine the environment? The desperation and hopelessness as a multitude of those with diseases and disabilities waited? I wonder if despair and discouragement had become part of their identity. If we’re honest, sometimes it’s easier to define ourselves by weakness and wounds instead of the wonder of who God made us to be.

When I first read that passage, I thought Jesus’s question was a bit ridiculous to ask anyone desperate for healing. Rejected by those closest to them and cast out by society, doesn’t everyone in anguish want to get well?

While we’d expect a bold declaration of “Absolutely!” to Jesus’ seemingly simple question, the ailing man didn’t reply with a yes or no. Instead, he answered with an excuse.

One man was there who had been disabled for thirty-eight years. When Jesus saw him lying there and realized he had already been there a long time, he said to him, “Do you want to get well?”

“Sir,” the disabled man answered, “I have no one to put me into the pool when the water is stirred up, but while I’m coming, someone goes down ahead of me.”
John 5:5-7 CSB

This interaction not only shows his physical struggle, but his spiritual one as well. The sick man doesn’t recognize the Savior who offers unconditional hope and compassion. Instead, he’s blinded by doubt and lists all the reasons why healing is too difficult:

I am all alone. No one will help me. Someone is always ahead of me – they have it easier.

Right then, I saw myself in his excuses. I’m lonely and invisible. I’ve been betrayed. Why didn’t they pick me? Instead of pursuing spiritual wholeness, my heart posture focused inward. It was all about me. My Savior extended a lifeline, but I didn’t recognize it because bitterness bristled.

It’s normal to feel sad and weary. But we can learn to welcome the tension of heartache and hope by trusting Jesus is Jehovah Rafa — the One who heals. The hardest things do not last forever. When we allow our suffering to create a longing for eternity, hope prevails.

Jesus gently asks each of us, “Do you want to be made whole?” Questions like this simmer in the quiet of our souls, yet we’re given a choice.

“Get up,” Jesus told him, “pick up your mat and walk.”
John 5:8 

Christ wants to heal and set us free, but it requires action. Hope and healing don’t come amidst indifference.

With newfound compassion, I sat again with my friend and asked the uncomfortable question of Jesus.

“Do you want to get well?”

“Of course I do, but…” She listed her excuses, but this time I was able to listen and acknowledge how painfully hard healing and transformation can be. I learned you can’t pull yourself up by your bootstraps when they’ve seemingly disappeared, but we know the One who will pull us out of the pit.

It’s a vulnerable question, but do you want to get well? What does it look like for you to live whole?

Lord, soften our hearts. Convict us where we need it and give us a willingness to change. Strengthen us with Your courage so we can pick up our filthy mat filled with past choices, problems, hurt, dysfunction, bitterness — whatever it holds  — and run it to You, our Healer. Amen.


Listen to Jen’s devotion below or wherever you stream podcasts.

 

What Are Your Key Pillars?

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Imagine you’ve purchased a new dining room table — a gorgeous oak table large enough for your whole family to enjoy Thanksgiving dinner together. Only, when the truck arrives and the delivery guys set up the table in your dining room, there’s a problem. Only three of the four legs have arrived.

Now what? You can’t trust a lopsided table to safely hold all of your dishes, can you?

Sometimes our faith walk is a little like that wonky table. When we don’t have solid footing, we’ll topple over. Consider the words found in Matthew 7:24, where Jesus says, “Everyone then who hears these words of mine and does them will be like a wise man who built his house on the rock” (ESV).

That’s the goal of this course — to build on the Rock of Christ Jesus, to develop the best possible foundation.

With that in mind, think through four truths that have stabilized you throughout your life. When life gets shaky, which of God’s promises do you rely on the most to make you steady again? Take some time to consider what your four key pillars are.

Having trouble? Here are four key pillars you can stand on today and forever.

  1. God is in control at all times.
    Because He’s the supreme authority, above any earthly king or kingdom, we can trust that He’s all-powerful and all-knowing.
  2. God’s Word is true.
    By applying the Scriptures to your life, no matter what you’re walking through, you can find guidance, strength, and wisdom to navigate any challenge or circumstance.
  3. God’s plans for us are good.
    Even when we don’t understand what God is up to, we can trust that God sees the bigger picture. It’s important to know that He’s working not only in our lives but in everyone else’s too. When we start to align our desires with His, we’ll see that He’s not out to get us (or to punish us for some sin we committed in the past). We can rest easy, knowing that He has a purpose and a season for everything.
  4. God can move mountains through our faith.
    “‘If you have faith as small as a mustard seed, you can say to this mountain, “Move from here to there,” and it will move. Nothing will be impossible for you’” (Matthew 17:20 NIV). You see, it doesn’t take much faith, just a tiny mustard seed (about the size of a pinpoint) to be unstoppable. But here’s the deal: you must be aligned with God and His will in order to see the miracles happen before your very eyes.

These four pillars of the faith will keep that table — and everything on it — in perfect condition. You can gather safely around that very solid table and trust that it will hold all that you have going on in life for a lifetime.

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You’ll be guided through a journey of self-discovery, enabling you to assert your calling with conviction and confidence. With Melissa’s inspiring words and practical applications, you’ll also be encouraged to create a personal mission statement that truly resonates with your life’s purposes. It’s never too late or too early to start anew and live the life you’ve always dreamed of. God has so many wonderful purposes for you throughout your life. Take the first step towards your new journey today. Don’t just exist, live your purpose! Now through September 30th, enjoy this course for only $29.99!

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Celebrating the Sacred Silly

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Yesterday my youngest turned four. He is a constant joy to our whole family, full of mischief and love and big feelings and silliness. We all pile onto his bed at night to read him stories, he tags along to his siblings’ sporting events and is a pro sideliner, and he melts our hearts regularly.

My kids love their birthdays, and I love celebrating them (well, and really I love celebrating just about anything)! For the nearly thirteen years I’ve been a parent, I have thrown amazing birthday parties. I’m not shy about saying it’s a gift I have – the gift of planning a party that walks a thin line between over-the-top and casual fun. Themes in the past have included a Bob the Tomato VeggieTales party and a hamburger party (yep, hamburgers were the theme). I’ve made a from-scratch standing doll cake for a princess party, wiggly blue jello ‘ice blocks’ for a Frozen theme, and a three-foot sub sandwich waiting inside for the ‘players’ after they ran football drills in the snow. I’ve created an entire party themed around hairbows, one for the color pink, and one all about horses (complete with horsey snacks like carrot sticks and apple slices). One year a unicorn party involved a ring toss game with an inflatable unicorn horn that one bold uncle donned.

The themes have evolved and grown up as my kids have done the same, and this year with a couple of tweens and an official teen they will be the most mature yet (we’re looking at a Vikings football party, a Taylor Swift party, and a spa party). But my newly turned four-year-old continues to keep us all in the moment in the way only a toddler can do.

Because his birthday party theme this year?

Pickles.

That’s right. My guy had a million options he shared during the three months he realized his birthday was coming up (awareness of time isn’t exactly the skill set of a toddler). He considered characters like Paw Patrol, orange – his favorite color, dinosaurs, and other things he currently loves. But when he landed on the idea of a pickle party, we were all so tickled that it stuck!

During his party, we will be enjoying pickle pizza, dilly lemonade, giant pickles on a stick, popcorn with optional dill seasoning, and a big green pickle-shaped cake. I’m also thinking of some kind of beanbag game, or maybe pin the pickle to the jar. It will be silly and fun and perfect for him!

Celebrating the silly is something that I love to do. Like, let me in on the obscure thing you adore, and we’ll make it a whole thing. One line in a movie? Let’s say it whenever possible. A favorite 90’s era sitcom? I’ll binge it with you and bring the popcorn. Quilting, a favorite pop star, beloved dog breed? I’m here to recognize the joy it brings you and celebrate it. Why?

Because experiencing pure delight in the things we’re hardwired to love is worth leaning into – whether or not it makes sense to anyone else.

For instance, nothing makes sense about my deep love of our Minnesota State Fair. I hate crowds. (and between 150,000-250,000 people attend each day. Over 1.9 million people this year!). I hate hot weather (and it takes place over the twelve days before Labor Day – likely our hottest days of the year). I do not prefer operating on whims and without a plan (and we twist and turn our way through hundreds of acres of fairgrounds, being led fully by whims). My stomach hurts if I look at a new food (and we sample ev.ery.thing at the fair, from mini-donuts to milkshakes, corndogs to walleye bites).

Yet our annual State Fair day brings Christmas-morning-level excitement and joy to my heart. Each year, it’s just us and a couple hundred thousand others gathered at the Great Minnesota Get-together, testing out tractors and each other’s patience.

This year we spent 13 hours walking over 18,000 steps and 7+ miles. We tried new foods and savored old favorites. We pushed the stroller through crowds and celebrated our beloved state, beaming every time I felt camaraderie and group bonding over the DNR building and Miracle of Birth Center and the intricate handcrafts on display and buckets of cookies and old church dining halls and gigantic pumpkins and big Minnesota love. We had such a great day at the fair that, for the first time, we surprised our kids with a second day and had just as much fun doing entirely different things!

Between the fair and my youngest’s pickle birthday theme, it occurred to me that maybe the things we love most don’t have to make sense. Maybe the silly things we adore are actually sacred.

Maybe the things we love can just make us really happy. Period. And maybe it’s by design that they do.

Would the leaves have to change color in the fall? Probably not, but it absolutely delights my soul that they do. Would zebras have to be striped? I don’t think so, and they are one of my kids’ favorite animals. Would delicious, complex, and beautiful fictional worlds have to exist? No, and yet the way in which our favorite characters and series impact our lives is wonderful.

What about music? Choral arrangements and marching bands and jazz ensembles? All interpreting the same notes in wildly differing ways to the sheer delight of audiences.

Cool water on a hot summer day. Best friends, sharing lives and hearts. The fact that no snowflake is exactly like another. A perfect strawberry, bursting with ripe flavor.

There are just-for-joy creations, designed by the Creator for the pleasure of His favorite of all — you. And you know what? He takes even deeper delight in who you are.

“The Lord your God is with you,
    the Mighty Warrior who saves.
He will take great delight in you;
    in his love he will no longer rebuke you,
    but will rejoice over you with singing.”
Zephaniah 3:17 NIV

As you go about your day, I hope you seek and find glory in the everyday, the small, the just-for-you treasures. I hope you tuck away in your heart and know in your bones that the One who created constellations of twinkling stars and coral expanses under sparkling oceans loves and delights in you, just as you are. And may this be the lens through which we view one another — beloved, delighted in, adored.

 

Listen to Anna’s devotion below or wherever you stream podcasts.

Set Down Your Expectations

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We live in a time and culture where you can get just about anything you want right when you want it. The other day, I didn’t have time to run to the store for filters for my air purifier but, with a few clicks, it was at my doorstep the next morning. When it comes to social media, my algorithm is completely different from my neighbors’ which is completely different than their own spouses’. Everything seems to be tailored to us and provides instant gratification.

But when it comes to church participation and building friendships? We sometimes expect things to be just as instant. But the truth is that this outlook is transactional and even objectifying.

Our culture has taught us to see one another as objects. In dating, maybe you have a list in your head of what would make the perfect spouse. What qualities do they have? What are your preferences? And that’s all good and well – we should have standards for a healthy partner. But have you considered that you don’t actually want what’s just on a list but a human being to be in partnership with? 

Have you considered that this person will have flaws and they’ll change over time? 

Or maybe those things that you think you can change aren’t going anywhere?

I know a whole lot of people who say that if they’d met their spouse in another context, they might have passed right by because they weren’t the “idea” of the person that was in their head.

Do we have an idea of what the perfect church or friend is? Do we long for an ideal place full of people who always do exactly what we want them to do? Or do we deeply love the church for what it actually is – flaws and all? 

I have to admit that I often want relationships with people who reach out to me first. I hope that I’ll never have to be the one to initiate getting together. But I have to ask: am I willing to reach out more than once or twice to connect with someone? Do I long for the good of others so much that I can get out of my own way and love them without needing something from them?

A.A. Milne, the author of Winnie-the-Pooh, writes, “You can’t stay in your corner of the Forest waiting for others to come to you. You have to go to them sometimes.”

As a single woman who lives alone, I am learning to treat my church like a true home and the people inside it like a true family.  And part of that is recognizing the fact that I’m going to let them down and they’re going to let me down. There are going to be moments when we disagree and there are certainly going to be moments when our calendars do not line up and one or both of us will believe that the other just doesn’t care. When we remember that we are committed to one another, it allows us to start seeing our friendships in the church like we see our family — commitment that transcends seasons and schedules. 

But just like a family, a church is made up of people who carry sin and all kinds of baggage. So as much as I believe the church is a home for us, I also carry that in tension with the fact that there is hurt and nuance to relationships because we’re all broken in some way. Jesus is making us new, yes, but we’re not going to be perfect on this side of eternity.

This thing that we’re doing? Coming to church and choosing to be with one another? It’s not always easy because home is not always an easy place to exist.

Luckily, we have many examples in Scripture of how to relate to one another.

Jesus does not call us only friends. Or only followers. Or only co-laborers. No, He also calls us family.

On the Cross, when Jesus is dying, He sees His mother, Mary. As the eldest son he knows that she needs to be cared for, so He turns to John. John 19:26-27 (ESV) records, “When Jesus saw his mother there, and the disciple whom he loved standing nearby, he said to her, ‘Woman, here is your son,’ and then he said to the disciple, ‘Behold your Mother!’”

Jesus is always reminding us that we belong to one another.

By the grace of God, we are given the gift of imperfect friendships. When we set down our desires for perfection, we find people who are actually present in daily life. When we set aside our assumptions and demands, we can encounter — in the most unexpected ways — people who are trying to figure out how to live like Jesus. 

When we fix our eyes on Him, we can be planted on steady ground. 

Our hope is not in the relationships we find in the church, but our shared hope gives us everything in common, even if we would otherwise be strangers.

So we have to start with the start. If you’re feeling overwhelmed by making friends at church, begin by asking someone to lunch or inviting them to meet you for ice cream. Listen to their story. You might be surprised at how fun people are when you see them for who they are and not just who you expect them to be.

 

Listen to Melissa’s devotion below or wherever you stream podcasts.

God’s Word Is Infinitely Better Than the GPS in My Car

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The night was dark and rainy. I was working in an unfamiliar city, depending on Google Maps to tell me how to get back to my hotel. As I looked for a landmark I recognized, an arrow on my dashboard directed me to turn left, and the oh-so-familiar voice of Google’s assistant confirmed the command.

I turned into oncoming traffic on a four-lane divided highway that had businesses obscuring the median. When I saw headlights coming straight toward me at 55 miles per hour, I thought, “That’s a crazy driver.” When a second person laid on their horn and swerved out of my path, it dawned on me: I was that crazy driver.

Oftentimes, the loudest voice is the one in my head. But, that voice isn’t always telling me the truth. Though the words are never spoken, I hear them clearly. The voice of comparison whispers things like You’re not as pretty as that girl. You’re not as talented as that woman. You’re not as good as that lady. You’re not as loved as she is. You’re not as smart or as strong as her.

This voice misdirects me, and I crash into a pileup of jealousy, insecurity, strife, sadness, and fear. That’s when I most need to hear the voice of my Father, telling me that I am His marvelous workmanship, knit together in my mother’s womb. I most need to hear my Father telling me that I am delicately formed and wonderfully made (Psalm 139:13-14).

Yet, even knowing this, when I look in the mirror, I can still doubt myself. I see my flaws as if they’re under a spotlight and then I falter. I want to see myself as my Creator sees me, to hear His voice above my own inner voice. I want to believe everything that my Heavenly Father says I am and can become. I want to fulfill my purpose and live abundantly fulfilled (John 10:10). But more times than I’d like to admit, I listen to the lies instead and turn away from His love and His truth.

Recently, I used Google Maps again when driving to a friend’s house for the first time. She lived on a lake, so the roads were narrow and twisted as they wound around the water. In no time at all, I was lost — and, yet, the voice of Google Maps told me, “You have arrived.” The home in front of me looked nothing like the picture my friend had sent me of her home. Now I was lost and running late and wanted to yell, “What? This isn’t where I need to be!?”

If I’m honest, this also happens to me spiritually — a discrepancy between what others see and what I see. Especially during times when I feel disconnected from God, I look critically at myself, my family, and my house. On the outside it might appear that “I’ve arrived” at a measure of success or happiness . . . yet I feel discontent.

My current location doesn’t look like I envisioned. I want to be further ahead with my goals and feel more confident. I want to look different or, at least, look at myself differently. That’s when I most need a Savior because I need to be saved from myself. I need His Spirit — my Comforter, my Counselor, my Helper, and my Friend.

God’s Word is infinitely better than the GPS in my car. In fact, I think of it as the best kind of GPS: God’s Powerful Spirit. As Christians, when we need direction, you and I can be assured and pray Psalm 119:105-107 (MSG): “By your words I can see where I’m going; they throw a beam of light on my dark path. I’ve committed myself and I’ll never turn back from living by your righteous order. Everything’s falling apart on me, God;  put me together again with your Word.”

While Google Maps and technology are forever changing with system errors and imperfect updates, God is unchanging — and His ways are perfect. He is the same yesterday, today, and forever. I’m so grateful for God’s Word that directs me, and the Holy Spirit who grants me discernment and peace concerning my path.

When we don’t know which way to turn, we know we can turn to God by opening our Bible, praying, and listening for His perfect voice. His Spirit is always available to direct you and me.

If You’re Worried About Being Too Needy for God

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“Mom, can I connect to your hotspot?”

“Mom, do we have any snacks left?”

“Mom, can you please add this game to my iPad?”

“Mom, can you get granola and bagel chips when you order groceries?”

“But why can’t I have a phone if everyone else has one?”

“But why can’t you just trust me? I said I wouldn’t mess up again!”

“Mom, I need to connect to the wifi!”

“Mom, my math teacher said I need this really fancy calculator.”

“Mom, did you sign the permission slip?”

All summer long, my kids have pushed on every single boundary I’ve created for them. They’ve also pushed on every single nerve I have left, asking and demanding and requesting and begging for all the many things they want and think they need.

As a human, I grew exhausted by all this real fast. And it wasn’t long before my weariness turned to irritation, and my ability to respond gently deteriorated with every new question. I even resorted to saying out loud, “Can you just give me ONE DAY without asking me for something?”

One day. It’s all I asked for – and it never happened. They had questions and requests and arguments and needs-that-aren’t-really-needs Every. Single. Day. The whole summer.

Like a rookie, I thought perhaps it would get better when they went back to school. As if I’d never had kids in school before! Because as any seasoned parent knows, the demands of the school year might be different than those of summer . . . but they are still there. They are still demanding.

In an unfortunate bit of bad timing, my family traveled out of town right after my girls’ school year began. We made it through school supply shopping, back-to-school night, and the return of early morning alarms – and then we packed our suitcases and climbed into a rental car for five days of forced family fun.

At one point, after many hours in a minivan and one request for wifi too many, I put in my earbuds and pretended to be asleep.

I’m not proud of this mom move (and don’t worry, I wasn’t the only adult in the car!). But in that blessed break from being bombarded by my kids and their road trip needs, I felt God nudge me.

While I didn’t hear an audible voice, I imagined God bemused, saying in that moment, “You’re refusing all requests now? You’re telling your children to stop coming to you with their needs? I would never!”

It also occurred to me that while it’s legitimately annoying to be asked for something in such a nonstop manner, I am also grateful my kids feel safe asking me for what they want and need, whenever they want and need it. I’m grateful they trust that I will provide for them and that, even if I get grumpy, I want to hear from them about big and little things, about their thoughts and feelings, desires and needs. I don’t really want them to give me even one day of silence. (Though I would take an hour!)

God is the same – but not quite, because He’s so much better.

I am a fallible human parent, while God is a perfect heavenly Father. I am tired all the time; He is tireless and timeless. I am easily irritated and quick to snap, while He is endlessly patient and quick to listen and to care.

The Old Testament is full of conversations between a listening God and His children, full of stories that show how deeply God cares for His people. In the New Testament, Jesus calls people to Himself again and again. And He continually reminds us that God is a good, good father who has good, good gifts for us.

“You parents — if your children ask for a loaf of bread, do you give them a stone instead? Or if they ask for a fish, do you give them a snake? Of course not! So if you sinful people know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your heavenly Father give good gifts to those who ask him.”
(Matthew 7:9-11 NLT)

As the past couple of years have been long and difficult to endure, I’ve grown reluctant to pray, wondering if God is tired of hearing the same questions, the same demands, the same laments. In my desperate attempts to cling to hope and joy, I’ve counted every small and smaller gift – and then wondered if maybe that’s all I can expect, all He has for me.

But God says no! He promises to work all things together for good and to be with us, no matter how obnoxious we get. (That last part, of course, is a paraphrase but I don’t think it’s wrong.)

So if you’re worried that you’ve worn out God’s patience with your requests, let me put your mind at ease. He is the best Father we could ever imagine (better, even!) and will never roll His eyes or pretend to be asleep when we need Him. He’ll never tire of our needs or our neediness. He loves us more than we love even our own children. His love is greater than our mess and confusion and desperation, and beyond comprehension.

Take your needs to God, big or small, old or new, first time or millionth time. Ask and ask again. He will listen, and He will provide.

 

Listen to Mary’s devotion below or on your favorite podcast app. 

How to Simply Receive the Rest of Jesus

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The Lord is my shepherd, I lack nothing.
    He makes me lie down in green pastures,
he leads me beside quiet waters,
     he refreshes my soul.
He guides me along the right paths
    for his name’s sake.
 Even though I walk
    through the darkest valley,
I will fear no evil,
    for you are with me;
your rod and your staff,
    they comfort me.
Psalm 23:1-4 NIV

I sit on the edge of my bed, staring blankly at the dresser—no, through the dresser. My eyes are glazed over; I’m not really looking at anything. My shoulders sag, and my whole body feels as though I’m a wilting plant in need of sun and water.  

I’m exhausted.  

I’ve been saying yes to all the things that I can’t say no to — family obligations, mommy duties, household upkeep, and work deadlines. And then there are the yeses I say for my own well-being — therapy, life-giving friendships, time alone, church, mentoring. Throw in a celebration for someone’s birthday, a coffee date with a friend I haven’t seen in a while, or a visiting family member, and the calendar seems to explode at the seams, with no wiggle room even to breathe.  

And running in the back of my mind is the low-humming anxiety that I’ll drop the ball somewhere and won’t realize it until it’s too late. I can almost sense failure lurking around the corner, waiting for that ball to drop.  

I close my eyes and take some deep breaths. The slow, deliberate breathing wills my body and mind to settle down. I want to curl up like a baby and be carried away to somewhere quiet so I can rest, and closing my eyes, I imagine God doing this for me. I don’t have to hold or control everything so tightly when I’m held in His arms. I can relax. I can truly rest.  

I lie on my bed, where I hold my palms open to my sides and close my eyes again. By habit, these verses come to mind — the words embedded into the deepest parts of me since my childhood days of memorizing Bible verses for Sunday school: “He makes me lie down in green pastures, he leads me beside quiet waters, he refreshes my soul” (Psalm 23:2–3). 

Imagining the water, the green, it feels like the space I’m in expands. I don’t have to be controlled by my to-do list. I don’t have to do all the things or meet with all the people, even if all those things would have been good or beneficial for me.  

I still need to do the things I need to do, but I look at the calendar with fresh eyes. I cancel meetings where I can. I choose only the absolutely necessary things to get done for the week. I talk with my husband about all the responsibilities I carry, and we hash out how we can better share the mental and physical loads.  

In small but decisive ways, I simplify my life. And more than that, I find rest for my soul in the sliver of the day where I pause to breathe, to imagine, and to say yes to God’s invitation to come and receive His rest.  

Devotion by Grace P. Cho as published in Courageous Simplicity: Abide in the Simple Abundance of Jesus

By trusting the Good Shepherd, we can experience the radical simplicity of peace, contentment, and courage. As the apostle Peter encourages us, “Give all your worries and cares to God, for he cares about you” (1 Peter 5:7 NLT).

This is the kind of encouragement you’ll find in our (in)courage Bible Study, Courageous Simplicity. It’s on sale for only $10 for the month of September only on DaySpring.com. Check out all the monthly markdowns and grab more (in)courage Bible Studies at this amazing price!

 

A Prayer for Teachers + a Recipe for Crumb Coffee Cake

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“I thank my God every time I remember you.”
Philippians 1:3 NIV

As far back as I can remember, teachers have played a significant role in my life.

In second grade, Mrs. Barber invited me to an after-school poetry club, instilling a love of alliteration and rhyme in my eight-year-old soul. In fifth grade, Mrs. Ball could tell something was wrong when I normally got straight A’s but flunked a history test. She kept me in at recess and hugged me as the stress of my parent’s divorce leaked out in weighty tears.

In middle school, Mrs. Lunsford encouraged my imagination and said yes every time I proposed a new way of doing an assignment, like making up a song about the thirteen colonies. In high school, Mr. Allison modeled a true passion for literature and deep care for his students. He wrote in my yearbook that I could be the next Hemingway or Fitzgerald or whoever I wanted to be. And in graduate school, Dr. Bentz came alongside me on my journey as an aspiring author, generously sharing both knowledge and encouragement as I began my publishing journey.

Each of these teachers saw me. And I thank God for each one.

Now, as a mom of three kids, my gratitude for kind, enthusiastic, passionate, and skilled teachers has continued to grow. I’m grateful for Mrs. Halbert who saw my son’s reading challenges and provided the extra support we needed. I think of Mr. Vigil who celebrated my other son’s out-of-the-box thinking — making space for his wiggles and quirks instead of trying to stuff them in a hard chair. I’m thankful for Mrs. Cliffe who loved each student as if they were her own, and was intentional to call out the strengths in my other son — strengths I hadn’t yet seen.

Those are just a few highlights of my life in the classroom as both a student and parent. Highlights that don’t begin to acknowledge the long hours and endless creativity teachers pour out. Highlights that don’t speak to the lows of discipline issues and budget cuts, hard mornings and grueling afternoons and nights spent grading papers and planning lessons at the cost of time with their own families.

Teachers are amazing, imperfect, profoundly important people — who need our prayers.

Whether you send your kids to public school or private school, or you choose to educate them at home in an organized schoolroom or messy living room, make a commitment to pray for your child’s teacher…even if that’s you! And if you don’t have kids, your prayers are still needed! Think back to the teacher who made an impact on your life, or perhaps the kind of teacher you needed but never had. Join me in praying for them:

Dear God,

Thank you for teachers. Thank you for the individuals who spend their lives nurturing and investing in the next generation. As teachers’ days begin again to be marked by bell schedules and lesson plans, would you mark their hearts with love, patience, and enthusiasm for their students?

Bless each teacher with the ability to see the good — the best — in each child. Enable them to encourage and equip every student to reach their full potential. Help teachers inspire a love for learning and instill confidence in each child in their capacity to grow.

Prepare each teacher for the challenges they will face. Lord, empower them to be emotional counselors, conflict diffusers, hope givers, and prayer warriors.

As teachers pour themselves out each day over essays and equations, ABCs and 123s, pour Yourself into them. Give them an abundance of hope, courage, wisdom, and joy. Gift them with parents and helpers, colleagues and administrators who champion their efforts and encourage their calling.

As teachers go back to school, Lord, grant them lavish grace for the tasks at hand. Beyond district benchmarks or state standards, help our teachers to work diligently and love their students well as unto You.

Bless this school year and bless each person who wears the beautiful and noble badge of Teacher.

Amen.

by Becky Keife, as published in 2022.

We’re whispering ‘welcome’ to fall, and all things autumn are sneaking into our days as a chill sneaks into the evening air. This coffee cake is perfect to make for a hardworking teacher! Add a thank you card or note to let them know you appreciate them, and share this delicious treat with a deserving teacher to tell them that they make a difference and you’re praying for them.

Scroll down for the recipe (courtesy of our friend Nancy) and download a FREE printable recipe card!

Crumb Coffee Cake

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Prep Time: 15 minutes
Bake Time: 25 minutes
Makes 10 servings.

INGREDIENTS:

  • 2 ½ cups baking mix
  • 1 ½ tsp. cinnamon
  • ¾ cup milk
  • 1/3 cup sour cream
  • 3 Tbsp. sugar
  • 1 large egg

CRUMB TOPPING:

  • 1/3 cup baking mix
  • 1/3 cup packed brown sugar
  • ½ tsp. cinnamon
  • 1/3 cup chopped pecans
  • 2 Tbsp. butter, melted

INSTRUCTIONS:

  1. Preheat oven to 350 ̊F. Grease or line a 9” round pan with parchment paper; set aside.
  2. In small bowl, combine the ingredients for the Crumb Topping: baking mix, brown sugar, cinnamon, and chopped pecans. Then pour in the melted butter and mix everything with a fork until crumbly; set aside.
  3. In medium-size bowl, add the baking mix, cinnamon, milk, sour cream, sugar, and egg, mixing well.
  4. Pour batter into prepared baking pan and sprinkle evenly with the Crumb Topping.
  5. Bake at 350 ̊F for 25 minutes, or until toothpick inserted in center comes out clean. Let cool in pan completely.

OPTIONAL: To add a simple glaze on top, mix together ½ cup confectioners’ sugar and 1 to 1½ Tbsp. milk. Drizzle over the top of the cake after it has cooled and let set. Then slice and serve.

To enjoy a look similar to what Nancy created here, use the Constant Love Coffee Table Tray, the Grace & Gratitude Cream and Sugar Set, and Bless This Mess Paper Towel Holder. You’ll be ready for a lovely little brunch in no time! Find these brand new pieces and more in the full Mary & Martha collection — now available at DaySpring.com!

And we would love to know about a teacher who is important to you! Tell us in the comments about a teacher who impacted you!

 

Finding Jesus in the Cracked Skin on My Feet

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I wake up most nights at 3 am, my perimenopause alarm clock working on cue while the rest of my body seems to be going haywire. Sometimes I toss and turn while my mind rolls through all the things I’m anxious about – the dark and quiet of this time of night turn the volume up on my thoughts until they almost seem audible. I look over to see if they are loud enough to wake my husband.

Some nights, I wake and lie there and fall back asleep – a grace. On others, I lie there until I can’t anymore, and roll to the side of the bed to pray or make my way downstairs to journal out my prayers on the family room couch – hoping the release will wear me out so that I can go back to sleep sooner rather than later.

Despite the inevitable grogginess to come, I feel welcomed by the quiet and a fresh glass of water. I always feel like I don’t know where to begin, but once I start — Jesus — the worries come out in the form of words and sentences. I write so quickly that they blend together here and there – I’ll never have to worry about anyone reading my prayer journals because they are practically illegible.

Jesus, I need you. Jesus, I’m weary. Jesus, up again. Jesus, there’s so much weighing on me.

I write, then pause, drink water, and pick at the dry skin on my feet. I used to scold my mom, with the best intentions, and tell her to leave her feet alone; but now I think of her back then, and I get it. Pulling at a piece of rough skin – something that cries out to be smoothed – feels like an easy fix when so many things in my life are looming overhead, too big and too complicated to fix.

We often become fixated on the little things we think we can control when there are so many things that feel the opposite.

I think about Jesus with me and my picked-at feet. I remember how He washed the disciples’ feet and wonder what each of those feet felt like. I imagine Jesus getting up from the Passover table, belly full, surrounded by conversation, perhaps laughter or arguing. Wasn’t He worried about all that was to come and about how many things still felt undone? Did He think about how much His friends still didn’t understand or the depth of pain He was going to feel?

Maybe some of the disciples were trying to prove themselves to one another, or to Jesus. Maybe they wondered if they were spiritual enough, strong enough, smart enough. Maybe some of them struggled to understand why others were in the room. Maybe one of them was known to take too much of the food. Maybe Peter dominated the conversation. Did anyone notice Jesus removing His robe, picking up a towel, and putting it around His waist?

I try to imagine what Peter’s face must’ve looked like when he realized what Jesus was doing and considered his own feet as Jesus bent down before them. Did he stand up? Were his eyebrows raised? I wonder how Peter could miss the point as often as he does. I wonder how I can keep trying to pick away my anxiety and try to cover it up again as much as I do.

Peter protested Jesus washing his feet, and Jesus responded, “Unless I wash you, you won’t belong to me.”

I imagine Jesus sitting on the floor of my family room with our shaggy rug under His legs, in the middle of the night, while the rest of my family sleeps. Would I try to hide my feet under the couch cushions? Would He hold my feet gently, and wipe them clean?

“Unless I wash you, you won’t belong to me.”

Unless you stop trying to prove yourself as useful and right, with all things under control, you won’t wake to your need for Me.

Unless I spend time with your worries, the things you’d rather keep hidden from view — each dry patch, scab, and crack — you will not know Me and receive the depth of My love as much as you could.

Unless I wash you, and welcome you in as you are, you won’t be able to welcome anyone else into My love and mean it.

I wonder how many cracks Jesus found on the feet and in the faith of His disciples that night. Were there doubts of worthiness and their own belovedness? Did any of them try to help Him, instead of sitting still and waiting to receive? What dust and dirt, filth and germs, pain and power, questions and insecurity, did Jesus wash away into that basin? How many times did He have to refill it?

I imagine Jesus going to get our red Welly tin of bandages from the laundry room, picking one out to cover up my small wound, worries, doubts, disappointments, and shame. I picture Him trying to get a bandage out and working to get the sticky side to stick in the right places, and giving into the laughter that follows.

 

Listen to Tasha’s devotion below or wherever you stream podcasts.

Hope Can Change the World Through Amazing People Like YOU!

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I blew my nose again, steadied myself on the back of the couch, and then shuffled to the door. I picked up a brown bag left on the front porch. Inside was cold Gatorade, sliced watermelon, some multigrain crackers, a hunk of Gruyère cheese, and a box of tissues. I was suffering from a fresh bout of Covid while my family was away enjoying our summer vacation. My body ached with a fever but this kindness from my next-door neighbor flooded my heart with encouragement.

Another day, I stepped out on that same front porch to check on my boys. They were across the street cleaning up tree branches my husband had trimmed. The sun was hot and they had taken their shirts off. My youngest stood inside a trashcan brimming with leaves, jumping to smash down the green waste as his older brother held his hands for balance. It wasn’t their favorite way to spend a Sunday afternoon, but what a blessing to our elderly neighbor and an encouragement to my mama heart.

Soon after, my body had recovered from sickness but my heart was heavy with discouragement. I knew fresh air and movement would help so I stepped outside for a neighborhood walk. As I searched Spotify trying to decide between music and podcast — but feeling too soul-weary to really enjoy either — my phone dinged with a text. I read the black words in the light gray bubble. It was just what I needed to hear. Soul support directly from God’s heart through a friend’s fingertips. Evidence that I am seen, thought of, loved. My heart once weighed down instantly buoyed with encouragement.

THIS is the power of encouragement. Simple gestures with big impact. Intentional care with eternal significance. 

Paul writes in Romans 15:13 (NLT), “I pray that God, the source of hope, will fill you completely with joy and peace because you trust in him. Then you will overflow with confident hope through the power of the Holy Spirit.”

It’s just as James says, “Whatever is good and perfect is a gift coming down to us from God our Father, who created all the lights in the heavens.”

God is the Source of all hope, the Giver of every good thing — but He invites us to be His messengers. 

Whether by practical support, a helping hand, or comforting words, we all have the ability to encourage others!

Today is National Day of Encouragement! It’s the perfect time to give thanks for the ways God has infused your heart with hope and look for ways you can love and encourage those around you.

Here are 10 simple ways to be a messenger of encouragement right where you are:

  1. Set an extra plate for dinner and invite a coworker or neighbor to join you.
  2. Pack up leftovers and take them to a busy mom or single friend.
  3. Leave an encouraging note on the fridge or bathroom mirror for a family member or roommate.
  4. Text a friend Romans 15:13 or another verse that’s encouraged your heart.
  5. Pause and pray for someone today — and tell them that you did.
  6. Do a chore for a neighbor: bring in the trashcans, sweep the porch, wash their car.
  7. Send a hand-written card to someone you haven’t connected with in a while.
  8. Give a sincere compliment to three people you see today.
  9. Take a treat or snack to someone you appreciate, such as a teacher, pastor, secretary, barista, nurse, or crossing guard.
  10. Ask God how you can bring hope and encouragement to someone who needs it, and do whatever He says!

Or, a bonus #11 – pick out a gift from DaySpring to encourage someone you love! To celebrate National Day of Encouragement and Thinking of You Week, DaySpring is giving away a free card & a fun surprise in every order today, September 12th, while supplies last! Also, you can enjoy 30% off these carefully selected Cards and Prayers to Share using the code CARD30.

Take a moment to think – who could use a smile, a word of encouragement, or a reminder of God’s love?

Let’s make a difference with hope this National Day of Encouragement. A single word of encouragement or simple gesture can light up someone’s day, give them strength, or remind them they are loved. Who comes to mind to encourage today?

 

Listen to today’s devotion below or wherever you stream podcasts.

A Shattered Heart and New Definition of Peace

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It happened more than twenty years ago, but I remember it like it was yesterday.

The ring of our dorm phone jolted me from a deep sleep. My roommate reached over and picked up the beige receiver. “Hello?” Sarah said in a froggy voice. I rolled over on my top bunk in annoyance — my one morning without an early class!

After a brief minute, Sarah hung up the phone and said, “That was my mom. There’s been a terrorist attack.”

The words hadn’t even registered when Sarah turned on our tiny box TV. We watched as a second airplane crashed into the Twin Towers on the live broadcast. My mouth fell open but no words came out. I couldn’t comprehend what I was witnessing.

As the news slowly spread throughout the dorms (this was long before the days of smartphones and social media), so did a sense of panic. RAs came knocking on doors announcing that classes were canceled and the entire campus was shutting down out of an abundance of caution. We were on the opposite coast, but could another attack be coming? Would Los Angeles also be targeted?

The phone lines were jammed, so I pulled on a T-shirt and a crumpled pair of jeans and walked to the building next door to see my boyfriend. We congregated in the dim hallway with a couple of other friends from our college ministry group. After sharing our shock and fear, someone finally said, “We should pray.” So there on the dingy carpet, with fellow students coming and going, we sat and prayed. For those trapped in the burning skyscrapers. For the first responders and everyone who inhaled the ominous gray plume of ash and debris that swept through Manhattan’s streets. We asked the Spirit to groan for that which our group of nineteen- and twenty-year-olds had no words.

Eventually, our small gathering dispersed, leaving just me and my boyfriend. His eyes revealed a troubled soul. “Do you want to come back to my room so we can watch the news with Sarah and see what’s going on?” I asked.

“No, but I would like to go somewhere… just us. To talk.”

He grabbed my hand and we hiked up the long, paved hill toward the upper campus. The image of that plane piercing the building kept playing in my mind. I couldn’t swallow the lump in my throat.

At least we’re together, I thought, squeezing my guy’s hand. No matter what happens, we can face it side by side.

We finally stopped on the grassy knoll near the north traffic circle. A weeping willow bowed its branches away from a brick office, offering us a crescent cocoon of shade. He put his arm around me, and I leaned my head on his shoulder. We sat in comfortable silence, best friends not needing to fill the undeniable void of pain and confusion of this historic day.

Finally, my boyfriend shifted his body to turn toward me and inhaled a deep breath. I was eager to hear his sensitive and insightful thoughts on the attack. But instead, he told me we needed to break up.

Breath left my lungs like I’d been punched in the gut. Again, I felt disoriented, unable to grasp what was happening. He was the one. The one who stole my heart with his dimples and curly hair. The one who earned my trust with his unfailing honesty and integrity. We shared the same major and served together on our ministry leadership team. Every picture of the future I envisioned had a ring on my finger and his arm around my waist. I loved him. How could this be happening?

We talked and cried until there was nothing left to say. I couldn’t change his mind. I couldn’t fix it or turn back time. We walked slowly back to the dorms and said goodbye.

I spent the rest of that day and night in bed. My eyes ached from crying, and I felt a physical pain in my heart. All sense of safety and security had vanished. My future was a shattered mess of broken dreams. It felt like a brick pressed on my chest. It was hard to breathe.

One morning a few weeks later, I opened my Bible after another sleepless night. I didn’t even know what to read, so I opened to John because it was familiar. I skimmed a few passages, and then a word jumped out from the page like a 3D special effect. PEACE.

“Peace I leave with you. My peace I give to you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Don’t let your heart be troubled or fearful.”
John 14:27 CSB

In the aftermath of 9/11 and in the wake of that devastating breakup, God was inviting me to change the way I defined peace, and change where I looked for it. Living in a prosperous first-world country is no guarantee of peace. Peace doesn’t come from titles like boyfriend and girlfriend. That heartbreaking September showed me that the peace the world gives is temporary, circumstantial, fallible.

But God offers a different kind of peace. Lasting. Unshakable. Perfect. When the whole world fractures or my own life shatters, the peace of Jesus is still available because the person of Jesus never changes.

Whether we’re in a time of crisis or just trudging through the struggles of ordinary life, we can entrust our troubled, fearful hearts to the one who is worthy of our trust.

Dear Jesus, thank You for offering a peace so different from what the world gives. Without You, my heart would be perpetually troubled. Fear would be a constant companion. I acknowledge that I can’t control my circumstances or strive for peace. I surrender my life and heart to You. Create in me a heart of peace. Amen.

This story by Becky Keife is an excerpt from the Create in Me a Heart of Peace Bible Study.

On this 23rd anniversary of the September 11th attacks, we’re reminded of how desperately we need the peace of Jesus and how faithful He is to provide it. We’d love to hold space for your memories and reflections. Comment below, and let’s pray for God’s peace to permeate our hearts, homes, and nation.

 

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In Praise of Your Framily

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When our daughter, Faith, was eight years old, we learned she had a broken vertebra. At the time, one of the best pediatric neurosurgeons in the country lived in our town of Colorado Springs, so Faith’s surgery to correct the malformation happened on our home turf. My husband, David, and I soldiered through the emotional day of her surgery relying on God, the prayers of loved ones, and each other. When we received word that the surgery was a success, we all but collapsed in exhaustion and relief.   

The following day, our friends, Ryan and Rebecca, asked if they could bring their own two children to visit Faith in the pediatric intensive care unit. We replied, yes! rather enthusiastically. With no extended family in town, we were thrilled at the prospect of visiting with supportive friends. 

While we waited for them to arrive, Faith watched a Barbie princess movie—her choice distraction from the pain and limited mobility. As I filled her water cup, my cell phone rang. Seeing it was Rebecca, I answered. She proceeded to explain that she and her family were in the PICU waiting room, but the nurse on duty wouldn’t let them through. 

“Hold on, I’m gonna talk to somebody. I’ll be in touch.” I said before hanging up the phone. 

Chock-full of exhaustion and clean empty of civility and patience, I marched up to the nurse’s station and said exasperatedly to the nurse behind the counter, “Excuse me, I’m Kristen, mom to your patient in room 204. Can you please explain to me why our friends can’t visit my daughter?” 

The nurse sighed with her own exasperation. 

“Only family of patients are allowed into the PICU, ma’am,” she answered without looking up. 

I leaned in, ever so slightly. “Ma’am, with all due respect, that’s not a helpful rule.”  

She then looked up.  

Continuing, I said, “We have no extended family in town, and these friends are our local family. They’re all healthy, fit as a fiddle. Our daughter would be mighty happy to see them, and a happier patient makes for a better recovery, right?”  

On the outside, I smiled just a tad. On the inside, I prayed that God would move her to consider reason over rules. After a moment of silence, the nurse acquiesced and let our friends through.  

As they walked into the room, Faith smiled as big as Texas. She thoroughly enjoyed the conversation and get-well gifts they brought. By the time our friends left, Faith showed more spunk and spirit than she had in days. What’s more, all five of us Strongs felt buoyed by the bit of normalcy brought in from outside the hospital walls.  

These friends are just one example of what I like to call my “framily.”

Framily is a term for friends who fill in the gaps left by an absence of family, especially when you don’t live in the same area as your relation or when they choose not to be actively involved in your life. In no way do these friends replace your family! My extended family is very important to me. But for most of my adult life, I’ve not lived near them.   

When that is your reality, you understand that you still need help when life gets tricky. For example, when surgery knocks you out of commission, you need someone to bring you dinner. When you’re sick as a dog, you need someone to watch the kids. When you go on vacation, you need someone to water your plants or feed the cat or bring in the mail. Framily helps you (and you help them!) with middle-of-the-night emergencies and broad-daylight necessities.  

More than that, they’re soul-sisters who help you persevere in the faith. 

Framily is a great idea because it is God’s idea! Proverbs 18:24 tells us about a friend who sticks closer than a brother. Proverbs 27:10 says when hard times come, it’s better to not travel far for help, but to get help where you are. 

When life throws a lot at you, framily is your in-person help — like our friends were for us.

To honor the framily in your life, I’ve written a small but mighty gift book, called Friends Are Family We Choose. 

It would be the perfect gift to honor your own framily on occasions such as:
National Friendship Day (August)
Birthdays
Friendsgiving
Christmas
Galentine’s Day (February 13th)
Pastor Appreciation Month (October)
Military Spouse Appreciation Month (May) 

Specifically, it would be the perfect gift to honor the:
Hostess
Adopted Aunt or Grandma
Pastor’s Wife
Military Wife
Bible Study Leader
Small Group Leader
Neighbor
…or Bestie in your life. 

If you don’t have the words to tell that friend you love like family what she means to you, I’ve come up with the words for you through this book! It’s a poignant-with-a-side-of-humor hardback that’s also beautifully designed, and it’s for any gal you want to thank for being the friend you love like family. 

This world is a divisive one, and plenty of words get thrown around that tear others down.  

Here’s to using our words to build up and bless. 

Here’s to friends who model the love of Jesus in our lives. 

And here’s to buoying the spirit of the framily you couldn’t live without. 

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If you want to tell your friend what she means to you but don’t quite have the words, Kristen Strong is here to help. She is an (in)courage writer and an author whose books include Girl Meets Change and Friends Are Family We Choose, and she writes as the friend helping you get in your friendship groove. Her gift book, Friends Are Family We Choose, is a small but mighty book that’s just the thing to bless the bestie or good friend in your life that you love like a member of your own family.

Order your copy today . . . and leave a comment below for a chance to WIN a copy*!

Then join Becky Keife this weekend on the (in)courage podcast for a conversation with Kristen about this sweet new book. Don’t miss it!

*Giveaway open to US addresses only and closes on 9/15/24 at 11:59 pm central.

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