Nana’s Birthday Cake
August 31, 2025 by Bob Kaku
Filed under Christian Life, For Him
By Bob Kaku –
The dramatic ocean vista blended with the cerulean sky when we arrived in Malibu, a popular coastal town lined with inviting shops and trendy restaurants. My wife, Gail had decided on the spur of the moment to take her mom, Nana, out to dinner for her birthday on a bustling Labor Day week¬end. Four of us, including Gail’s dad, Mas, arrived in town late Saturday after¬noon.
Thinning
August 30, 2025 by Cynthia Ruchti
Filed under Daily Devotions, Life Topics
Some days seem like a tripped fire alarm—loud, unnerving, and adrenaline-spiking. Even when we hit our to-do lists hard, we sink deeper into task-debt, finding three new projects for every one we partially finish.
Slow down? Sure. We can do that.
We’ll just cut out…
Fishing Without Him
August 29, 2025 by Matthew McCord
Filed under Daily Devotions, Worship
He let them go fishing alone. They had caught nothing. They were washing their nets.
“Put out into the deep water, and let down the nets for a catch.” The stranger on the shore, the Savior of the world, makes a request of a weary fisherman.
What Are You Running On?
August 28, 2025 by Jerri Phillips
Filed under Christian Life, For Her
By Jerri Phillips –
My car died. It did a herky-jerky sort of death throws dance, let out a hideous grumbling moan, and died. Too late I realized what was wrong. In my frenzy to get where I needed to be, I had put diesel in my gas-powered car, and now it was dead.
Expressing Thankfulness
August 27, 2025 by Carin LeRoy
Filed under Daily Devotions, Personal Growth
For months I had been doing medical work in a small tribe in Papua New Guinea. With the closest medical worker a day’s walk away, I found myself dressing sores, dispensing aspirin, and giving medicine and injections according to a missionary doctor’s orders. It was an exhausting and overwhelming task. Before 7 a.m. every day, people waited outside my door. I’d hear the soft chatter of those waiting while I started my day. Knowing little of the tribal language, I did my best to communicate, sticking with simple phrases.
