Written Devotions
Daily devotions written by Pastor Mike and many other Time of Grace writers. These Bible-based messages cover a wide variety of topics and help you seek what matters most in life: Jesus. Join the thousands of people who receive these devotions for encouragement by subscribing to have them delivered to your inbox each morning.
God gets your abuse
Have you ever been going through something in life and had a conversation with someone who truly understood what you were going through? Maybe…
God loves the abused
A few years back, a pastor told me about the funny way our minds do math. He had just read a study that said…
Abuse is not your fault
As I prepared a series of messages on the topic of abuse, I sent my first drafts to a woman I knew who specialized…
God hates abuse
A man came to my office and confessed to me that he had been abusive with his girlfriend. After expressing my grave concern for…
God is close to the abused
While abuse is not a comfortable topic to talk about, we need to. If the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention’s statistics are correct,…
If you can save just one
As I was preparing to teach a series of messages on abuse, members of our church gave me some honest feedback on a survey…
Help abusers with grace
Recently 159 members of our church completed a survey to help me prepare for a series of messages on abuse, and one of the…
Help the abusers with truth
I once accused a man of being a liar. Following a conversation with his wife and daughters, three quiet women who told me about…
Help the abused with grace
I once knew a woman who had been badly abused by her significant other and yet, despite calling the cops, went back to him….
Help the abused with truth
If you know someone who’s been abused, you need to read and heed Isaiah’s words: “Learn to do right; seek justice. Defend the oppressed”…
How to help the abused (& abusive)
Many years ago, a woman came into my office and confessed to me that her husband was hurting her and her kids physically and…
A walk in my shoes
When I was little, I loved putting on my mom’s high-heeled shoes and imagining I was a grown-up. I remember looking out the car…