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.
Making friends
I still think friending people best occurs in the wide open spaces of the here and now. I know people can start relationships online….
Really, Jesus? Love my enemies?
Nobody could accuse Jesus of pandering to an audience. The prophetic task of proclaiming the Word of God was once described (apologies to journalist…
The best treat of all!
“Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of God belongs to such as these” (Mark 10:14). In…
All your needs
Would you believe it if someone told you, “I can meet your every need”? What if that someone was your future spouse? your doctor?…
The eyes of your heart
Richard Peck’s novel A Year Down Yonder is set during the Great Depression. Fifteen-year-old Mary Alice is sent downstate to live with Grandma Dowdel while Ma…
His eyes are on the workplace
Where does worship happen? Well, in church, of course. In your home, when you sing and pray together. In your quiet place, when you…
What does God want of you?
Remember the old WWJD rubber bracelets that people used to wear? “What Would Jesus Do?” Those bracelets served a good purpose if they kept…
Lift us up
The mark of good coaches is that their teams get better the more coaching they do. Not perfect, just better. They see potential in…
Your bucket list
Do you have a bucket list? My kiddos make one each summer, and we complete about 75 percent of it. Not bad, considering we…
Stripping away pretense
That tearing sound you hear is God stripping away pretense. He allows only so many layers to build up before he rips them off…
Simple. Powerful.
Should I do it now? Is now the right moment to share my faith? No . . . I’m so bad at explaining things….
The smell of Jesus
I remember a time I walked into my high school dorm room with a greasy bag of leftover French fries. My roommate—fresh off a…