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How Everyday People Live Out Their Christian Faith

Illustrating how men and women display their love for Jesus in their day-to-day lives.
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Children Labor Unique Ministries
THE MAN WHO FIXES BIKES

After I retired, I didn’t know what to do with myself. My days felt long, and my house felt quiet in a way I wasn’t used to. Then one afternoon, a neighborhood kid knocked on my door, holding a bike with a bent wheel. “Can you fix it?” he asked. I said yes. Word got around. Soon, kids started showing up after school with bikes in worse shape than the last. Chains off, brakes shot and tires flat. I never charged them. Most of them didn’t have the money anyway. I grew up rough, no dad, and not much supervision. I remember how much it meant when an adult noticed me without judging me. I think that’s when Jesus first got my attention, not through sermons, but through people who showed up. So now, I keep my garage door open. While I work, kids talk. About school, about parents, and about fights. About things they don’t know how to say out loud anywhere else. I don’t lecture, I don’t correct, I just listen. One boy told me, “When my bike works, I feel normal.” That stuck with me. Jesus restored people where they were: physically, emotionally and socially. I think fixing a bike does a little of that. It gives a kid dignity; it gives them movement. It gives them something that works when so much else feels broken. I don’t know what most of these kids believe. I don’t ask. I just pray quietly while I tighten bolts and oil chains, asking God to keep them safe. Sometimes the miracle isn’t dramatic. Sometimes it’s a kid riding away smiling, knowing someone cared enough to fix what… Read More

April 1, 2026
Labor Verbalizing the Gospel
THE BEAUTY OF FOLLOWING JESUS

I grew up playing with my Barbie’s hair, dressing them up, imagining them at the store. My aunt had a huge influence on my love for fashion and beauty; a part of me knew I’d always wind up in this industry. Yet, I found myself away from Barbie hair, in corporate America, in a job that took way more from me than it gave. At a point of reckoning, my husband asked “What’s your dream?” I responded, “I want to do hair.” So, that’s exactly what I did. The journey of becoming a hairstylist proved difficult. It was a new world, and I was trying to figure out my place in this stage of life, personally and professionally. There were a variety of personalities surrounding me, and I had to stay true to “who I was in The Lord, to be in it, not of it.” I had been a Christian since I was 7 or 8, having asked Jesus into my heart for the first time. But, when I was a junior in high school, it hit me like a ton of bricks. A true moment of surrender. I knew God was calling me, changing me! It was one of those “you just know that you’ve got it” moments. Even still, this profession continued to push me spiritually. I’ve learned to not be concerned about what people think, learned to break the mold of trying to “fit in,” and learned to truly step into being the person God’s called me to be. Now, I use my chair as my ministry. I’m so thankful that… Read More

March 25, 2026
Overcoming Obstacles Verbalizing the Gospel
THE REDEEMED DRUG DEALER

My testimony is not an uncommon story. I was lost, struggling with self-worth, unknown purpose, emotional pain, and most importantly, a life without God. Something will always be the most important thing to us; if it’s not God, it becomes an idol. If you can’t relate with another’s testimony, I encourage you to fill in that spot with your own struggle. It could be drugs, alcohol, pride, work, food, or even good deeds. I suppose my story begins where all stories do, in childhood. My parents made many good choices and did a lot of things right. They also passed on some generational curses I would later face. I believe they did the best they could. As a child, I didn’t feel safe. Even though my parents encouraged dreams, I never felt it was possible to rise above this life. I was a decent student and didn’t cause trouble. However, teachers and other kids’ parents didn’t give me much hope either. When they heard my last name, I was often judged and treated poorly. It felt like a curse passed down to the third and fourth generation. I was socially awkward, looked down upon by teachers, and carried little hope for a future. I struggled with depression and thought about suicide, attempting to take my life more than once. That desire to die only lifted once my son was born. I knew my son needed me alive. I began drinking and smoking pot at a young age. I thought working hard meant you didn’t have a problem. At 14, I spent my summers in… Read More

March 18, 2026
Loss Of Loved One Loving Your Neighbor
SERVING OTHERS IN EVERY SEASON

I’ve never thought of myself as someone who does anything extraordinary. I’m just a woman who tries, every day, to love people the way Jesus has loved me. To me, that looks like kindness, gentle words, and treating every person the same way I’d hope to be treated. More than anything, I want people to feel cared for when they’re around me — safe, seen, and a little more loved than before. My faith became especially real during one of the hardest seasons of my life, when my dad was sick. Watching someone you love suffer through cancer changes you. In the beginning, all I could do was pray for healing, begging God to make him better. But over time, my prayers shifted. They became quieter, simpler — “God, please take him when it’s time. Please don’t let him hurt anymore.” That was a painful prayer to pray, but in it, I learned something about trust. Even when my heart was breaking, God held me together. The people God has called me to love the most are my family. Being a mother has always felt like one of the greatest purposes of my life. I’ve always wanted my children to know I’m here — that they can come to me for anything, anytime. One of my biggest fears has always been not being there in a moment they needed me. Loving them the best I can has been one of the clearest ways I’ve ever known to show Jesus’ love. When life feels heavy, the thing that keeps me steady is knowing I can… Read More

March 11, 2026
Loss Of Loved One Overcoming Obstacles Recovery
HELD THROUGH THE HEARTBREAK

I grew up as a church girl. I knew God, but if I’m honest, we didn’t really have a relationship. I went to church with my kids, but my husband never came with us, and that created tension in our marriage. A year before everything unraveled, I felt God nudging me to get more involved at church, even though I didn’t really understand why. Looking back, I can see He was preparing me for what I didn’t yet know was coming. When my husband confessed to multiple indiscretions, something happened that surprised even me: spiritually, I felt peace. Not because the situation wasn’t painful—it was the hardest thing I’ve ever lived through—but because God whispered to my heart that He had been with me the entire time. Emotionally, I was crushed. I spent many days lying in bed, praying nonstop because I didn’t have the strength for anything else. But even in that darkness, Psalm 46:1--“God is our refuge and strength, an ever-present help in trouble”--became my lifeline. As I walked through the divorce, God began teaching me things about myself I never knew. I learned I’m much stronger than I believed. I learned He had been holding me long before I could feel His grip. And He softened me in ways I didn’t expect, making me more empathetic, more aware of others who are hurting, more willing to sit with someone in their pain. My healing came slowly, through reading Scripture, copying verses by hand, and Christian counseling. I learned I was carrying PTSD and trauma anxiety. My kids also received counseling,… Read More

March 4, 2026
Hospital Labor
THE MIDNIGHT NURSE

People always assume the hardest part of nursing is the medical side: the emergencies, the alarms, and the long shifts. But for me, the hardest moments are the quiet ones. The hours when the hallways are dim, families have gone home, and patients are left alone with their fear. Those are the hours when I feel Jesus asking me to show up the most. Years ago, I worked the overnight shift when a teenage boy was admitted after a severe depressive episode. He looked so fragile, curled up on his side, eyes red from crying. He wouldn’t talk to anyone. When I checked his vitals, he whispered, “Does it get better?” No textbook prepares you for that kind of question. I pulled up a chair next to his bed and told him the truth. “Yes. Not all at once. But yes. God stays with you even when you can’t feel Him.” I surprised myself with how honest I was. I told him how I had gone through my own valley years earlier: panic attacks, hopelessness, and nights where I begged God to just make the pain stop. I told him how God didn’t fix everything immediately, but He never left. And eventually, the light came back. We talked quietly for almost an hour. I didn’t preach. I didn’t try to say the perfect thing. I just sat with him, the way Jesus has sat with me so many times. When I left the room, I prayed, “Lord, hold him through the night.” I didn’t see him again after he was transferred, but last year, I got a letter at the hospital. It was from him. He told me… Read More

February 25, 2026

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