THREE ANGELS BROADCASTING NETWORK DEVOTIONAL
The Fogged Window.
By Hal Steenson January 29th, 2026
“... Behold, now is the accepted time; behold, now is the day of salvation.” 2 Corinthians 6:2
It was the final meeting of the revival series at church, and during the appeal, the guest speaker painted a picture of Christ with words so real my tears flowed freely. In my private prayer to the Lord, I confessed that I really loved Him. I rededicated my life to Him and promised that starting tomorrow, He would be first in my life. I would pray for His help in problems, and I would ask for His wisdom in all my decisions. As I drove home, the feeling of revival swelled in my chest; but feelings are not a relationship, and that truth manifested itself very, very quickly.
The next day started with seemingly critical situations. Koko, my cat, was sick during the early morning hours; so the first thing on my agenda became a trip to the veterinarian. With an injection, a bottle of pills, and an hour investment, I started home but stopped at the post office, first. Among the junk mail pieces was the water bill, a tithe receipt from church, and a bank statement.
“There’s a three dollar discrepancy in the bank statement,” I said to my wife as I walked in from the garage, a slight irritation tainting my words. “The bank says we have three dollars less than the balance I show in the register. Why does this have to happen when I’m in such a rush to get to work?”
My wife either didn’t notice my irritation or chose to ignore it.
“As soon as you get home this evening, you need to finish mowing the yard,” she said, reminding me that it was supposed to rain the next day. I threw the day’s mail on the counter, spun on my heels, and went to work.
During my morning devotion the next day, the Lord spoke to my heart, reminding me that three days ago, I’d been sitting in a pew, shedding tears, and rededicating my life to Him. Three days had passed since I’d promised the Lord I would pray and listen for His voice. Three days had elapsed between my promise and that morning’s devotion. The “tomorrow” of that promise had never arrived.
I should have prayed during those early morning hours when Koko was sick, I thought. And I should have prayed before the trip to the vet. Instead of becoming irritated in my rush, I should have asked the Lord for peace and wisdom. But my resolution to put Christ first in my life had been clouded by worldly matters.
Jesus is pleased as I entreat Heaven for my needs, and He enjoys my company. But if I shut the window of heavenly blessings, the wind of worldly matters quickly fogs it up, and I can’t feel the warmth of His peace. Not only did I miss His heavenly blessings, but I also couldn’t let the light of Jesus shine through to others, either.
Convicted, I decided that by God’s power, I would make today the tomorrow I’d promised Him.
The Fogged Window.
By Hal Steenson January 29th, 2026
“... Behold, now is the accepted time; behold, now is the day of salvation.” 2 Corinthians 6:2
It was the final meeting of the revival series at church, and during the appeal, the guest speaker painted a picture of Christ with words so real my tears flowed freely. In my private prayer to the Lord, I confessed that I really loved Him. I rededicated my life to Him and promised that starting tomorrow, He would be first in my life. I would pray for His help in problems, and I would ask for His wisdom in all my decisions. As I drove home, the feeling of revival swelled in my chest; but feelings are not a relationship, and that truth manifested itself very, very quickly.
The next day started with seemingly critical situations. Koko, my cat, was sick during the early morning hours; so the first thing on my agenda became a trip to the veterinarian. With an injection, a bottle of pills, and an hour investment, I started home but stopped at the post office, first. Among the junk mail pieces was the water bill, a tithe receipt from church, and a bank statement.
“There’s a three dollar discrepancy in the bank statement,” I said to my wife as I walked in from the garage, a slight irritation tainting my words. “The bank says we have three dollars less than the balance I show in the register. Why does this have to happen when I’m in such a rush to get to work?”
My wife either didn’t notice my irritation or chose to ignore it.
“As soon as you get home this evening, you need to finish mowing the yard,” she said, reminding me that it was supposed to rain the next day. I threw the day’s mail on the counter, spun on my heels, and went to work.
During my morning devotion the next day, the Lord spoke to my heart, reminding me that three days ago, I’d been sitting in a pew, shedding tears, and rededicating my life to Him. Three days had passed since I’d promised the Lord I would pray and listen for His voice. Three days had elapsed between my promise and that morning’s devotion. The “tomorrow” of that promise had never arrived.
I should have prayed during those early morning hours when Koko was sick, I thought. And I should have prayed before the trip to the vet. Instead of becoming irritated in my rush, I should have asked the Lord for peace and wisdom. But my resolution to put Christ first in my life had been clouded by worldly matters.
Jesus is pleased as I entreat Heaven for my needs, and He enjoys my company. But if I shut the window of heavenly blessings, the wind of worldly matters quickly fogs it up, and I can’t feel the warmth of His peace. Not only did I miss His heavenly blessings, but I also couldn’t let the light of Jesus shine through to others, either.
Convicted, I decided that by God’s power, I would make today the tomorrow I’d promised Him.
THREE ANGELS BROADCASTING NETWORK DEVOTIONAL
The Fogged Window.
By Hal Steenson January 29th, 2026
“... Behold, now is the accepted time; behold, now is the day of salvation.” 2 Corinthians 6:2
It was the final meeting of the revival series at church, and during the appeal, the guest speaker painted a picture of Christ with words so real my tears flowed freely. In my private prayer to the Lord, I confessed that I really loved Him. I rededicated my life to Him and promised that starting tomorrow, He would be first in my life. I would pray for His help in problems, and I would ask for His wisdom in all my decisions. As I drove home, the feeling of revival swelled in my chest; but feelings are not a relationship, and that truth manifested itself very, very quickly.
The next day started with seemingly critical situations. Koko, my cat, was sick during the early morning hours; so the first thing on my agenda became a trip to the veterinarian. With an injection, a bottle of pills, and an hour investment, I started home but stopped at the post office, first. Among the junk mail pieces was the water bill, a tithe receipt from church, and a bank statement.
“There’s a three dollar discrepancy in the bank statement,” I said to my wife as I walked in from the garage, a slight irritation tainting my words. “The bank says we have three dollars less than the balance I show in the register. Why does this have to happen when I’m in such a rush to get to work?”
My wife either didn’t notice my irritation or chose to ignore it.
“As soon as you get home this evening, you need to finish mowing the yard,” she said, reminding me that it was supposed to rain the next day. I threw the day’s mail on the counter, spun on my heels, and went to work.
During my morning devotion the next day, the Lord spoke to my heart, reminding me that three days ago, I’d been sitting in a pew, shedding tears, and rededicating my life to Him. Three days had passed since I’d promised the Lord I would pray and listen for His voice. Three days had elapsed between my promise and that morning’s devotion. The “tomorrow” of that promise had never arrived.
I should have prayed during those early morning hours when Koko was sick, I thought. And I should have prayed before the trip to the vet. Instead of becoming irritated in my rush, I should have asked the Lord for peace and wisdom. But my resolution to put Christ first in my life had been clouded by worldly matters.
Jesus is pleased as I entreat Heaven for my needs, and He enjoys my company. But if I shut the window of heavenly blessings, the wind of worldly matters quickly fogs it up, and I can’t feel the warmth of His peace. Not only did I miss His heavenly blessings, but I also couldn’t let the light of Jesus shine through to others, either.
Convicted, I decided that by God’s power, I would make today the tomorrow I’d promised Him.
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