The Christian Heart

The Christian Heart Illustrating how men and women display their love for Jesus in their day-to-day lives. Little things that may have an eternal impact.

The Christian Heart is a not-for-profit ministry which shows how everyday people live out their Christian faith. Not everyone can be a Billy Graham or Mother Teresa. But we each can display our love for Jesus in our day-to-day lives. It may be little things, but they may have an eternal impact. Our mission is to encourage Christians to have a stronger walk with The Lord and put their faith into ac

tion; and to show everyone what happens when The Lord enters your life. Do you know somebody who is displaying their love for Jesus in their day-to-day life? If so, please share their story with us. You can do so here: http://www.thechristianheart.com/suggest-a-person/

When my husband was deployed a few months ago, our son was very sad. He had never been away from his dad and he really m...
06/05/2026

When my husband was deployed a few months ago, our son was very sad. He had never been away from his dad and he really missed him. Of all things, they had a special bond of doing yard work together.

A couple days after the deployment, our son said he was going over to our neighbor's house to see if Dean could come out and work in the yard with him. Dean is not a child---he has a wife and three girls as well as a full-time job. But Dean set aside whatever he was doing and started raking the yard with our son. That night, our son came home with the biggest smile on his face.

And the next day, our son knocked on Dean's door and out he came to help our son blow the leaves out of the yard. Nearly every day for the past couple months, Dean has been working outside with our son. Not just in our yard, but other neighbors' yards.

Dean can sense our son's sorrow of his dad not being there, but Dean is helping take our son's mind off that for a short period every day. And doing something that my son and husband loved to do.

Dean is also teaching him to serve and be responsible. Together, they chopped up a tree that had blown down across a road during a storm. My husband and I have three kids and I don't know how I could have handled this deployment if it wasn't for Dean's unselfishness. He's made this manageable. And the joy he has brought to our son is immeasurable. He says he does this because he loves to help others, especially people who really have a need, just like Jesus taught us.

It only takes one person to set an example that might end up having a snowball effect on a lot of people. Dean is certainly that example around our neighborhood.

On February 14, 2010, I woke up at 5:00 in the morning. Jon didn't make it home that night because he had died in a car ...
06/04/2026

On February 14, 2010, I woke up at 5:00 in the morning. Jon didn't make it home that night because he had died in a car accident.

I was 34 and he was 38. We had a 3-year-old son and I was three months pregnant. My life took a complete turn.

I felt no one could relate to me and my situation. If I went to a widow's support group, the women were typically in their 70s. I had a 3-year-old son and a baby to raise, and they'd all been married 40 years with grown children. I know it's still sad, but it's very different. I always wished there was a support group for me, but there wasn't.

Eventually, I began meeting with four young widows at casual restaurants where we would laugh, cry, talk and vent; and say, "yeah, I know what you're going through" and actually know.

With John dying on Valentine's Day, I also started Gifts of Love. These are care packages given to widows and their children. The packages would include something to provide comfort or joy to let the recipients know that people loved them. I always liked helping people, and found my best healing came from helping others. Once this was started, God kept putting young widows in my path. I wouldn't have been able to run from it if I tried!

After seeing this make a difference, I decided to create a non-profit called We Do Care, and three years ago, we held our first support group in my church. It empowers widows with coping skills, and gives them a way to just put one foot in front of the other. We meet once a month and have different social events for kids, women and the whole family. It's amazing how it's grown. I just love what I do. It's definitely what God put me here to do.

Most of my life has spent hidden. Some due to circumstances and some due to personal actions.I grew up with an alcoholic...
06/03/2026

Most of my life has spent hidden. Some due to circumstances and some due to personal actions.

I grew up with an alcoholic mother who was very abusive. The thing about that was that she was only that way at home. To the rest of the world outside of the walls of our home, she was a completely different human. She was loving and gifted and would go to any length to help someone. So as a child, when I would attempt to talk to extended family and friends about how my mother was to me and about my home life, they did not believe me because they could not comprehend that the woman they knew would be capable of something like that.

Eventually, I quit trying. And I just hid. I learned to develop coping skills and survival mechanisms to endure my situation. Part of this was keeping emotional walls up and keeping people at a distance. I had people in my life but the relationships were all very superficial and surface level because I could not be honest about the reality of my life. This seemed to work for the moment.

But the older I grew, even long after my mother had passed away, I began to realize that these things had developed dishonesty in me. I continued to keep people at a distance and only share partial truths about myself and my life with people. These became habitual things in my life. And because of it, I lived in hiding in a big way. I lived on the fringes of life, at a distance from the people the Lord set around me.

The enemy creeps in with sin and struggle and attacks hard where he knows we are weak in an attempt to take us out. Dishonesty and hiding created a myriad of problems in my life. And rather than do the hard thing of opening up and learning to be transparent and authentic, I continued to hide.

“The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy. I came that they may have life and have it abundantly.” (John 10:10 ESV)

At this point in my life, the Lord has exposed these root issues. He has shown me where they come from and has shown me that if I want to go where He wants to take me in my life, these things have to go...

(Click our profile link and search for "Come Out Of Hiding" to read the rest of this story)

Infertility affects so many couples but is rarely discussed. My husband and I married in 2011 and a year later, we tried...
06/02/2026

Infertility affects so many couples but is rarely discussed. My husband and I married in 2011 and a year later, we tried to start a family. But we couldn't get pregnant. We got tested, and were told we’d never be able to conceive. We were devastated.

Several months later, I invited six other women who were struggling with infertility into my living room. It was so refreshing to have honest and transparent conversation about what we were experiencing. Afterwards, we prayed and all felt a close connection to each other and to the Lord.

While infertility was very difficult, I felt renewed since I was now focusing on Jesus and not finding my life's worth in becoming a mom. I started writing down my thoughts in a blog called In Due Time. I was amazed how many people started reading it and how quickly the group in my living room transitioned to an online presence called Moms in the Making.

So I ended up leaving my job in corporate finance and making this a full-time ministry. I wanted to encourage women on their journey to becoming a mom by sharing the hope and truth of God's Word.

One of our first endeavors was to put on a faith-based infertility conference. We announced it through our social media pages. When it came time for the conference, we had 160 women from 33 states as well as someone from Africa and the Bahamas. We were so grateful for this response. This has now turned into an annual conference.

So many infertility groups might be a chance to get together and lament. What makes this different is that our ministry, Moms in the Making, is all about Jesus, not making an idol out of things or finding your identity in being a mom. It’s finding your life's worth in Jesus. We talk about maintaining hope and the power of prayer. It lights a spiritual fire for those that attend, creating a hunger for God and a desire to open The Word.

As a result, Moms In The Making has grown; we now have support groups in 42 different locations in the U.S., Germany and Canada, as well as 8 virtual groups---even one in Spanish.

I was shot when I was 17 years old, and paralyzed from the neck down. In a matter of seconds, I went from a healthy youn...
06/01/2026

I was shot when I was 17 years old, and paralyzed from the neck down. In a matter of seconds, I went from a healthy young man with his life in front of him to someone whose dreams were shattered.

At first, I was angry---at my circumstances, at the man that shot me and even at God. Why would a loving God want me to live this way? How could He let this happen? Slowly, that anger gave way to a deep and dark depression. I didn't want to live if I couldn't walk again. I planned my su***de.

But that morning, in my darkest time, God spoke to me and changed my whole perspective. He told me that I needed to learn to live again before ever thinking about learning to walk again. I was crying out to Him about my hopelessness and discouragement, that there wasn't any help or resources for someone like me.

And then He planted the idea that altered my life. Why couldn't I provide that hope and encouragement to others who were paralyzed. After a lot of research, my buddy David and I began an information referral service for individuals who were paralyzed. We connected people to resources that existed to help them.

As this grew and I was able to help counsel some people, I got my certificate of ordination, and we became the Is-Able Ministries. The name comes from taking off the two "D" letters in the word "disabled." We have been around for 19 years now, and this February, we opened up the Is-Able Center. We still provide all the resources to connect people to their needs. But now, we have a building where counselors and ministers donate their time to provide counseling to individuals with disabilities as well as their caregivers. We offer education to people working on their GED and trying to get into college. We provide computer classes, skills training, resume assistance, job hunting tips and career planning--everything for free. We are funded entirely by donations and the six incredible volunteers who pour themselves into this ministry.

God has a wonderful plan for each of us. Sometimes, that's tough to see. But if we are still and listen, His plan is usually revealed to us.

God’s Word is powerful. And true. That’s why we post these Bible verses. If you follow us, you’ll also see inspiring sto...
05/31/2026

God’s Word is powerful. And true. That’s why we post these Bible verses. If you follow us, you’ll also see inspiring stories of everyday people showing their love for Jesus and living out their Christian faith.

Is there someone you feel needs to see this powerful Bible verse? If so, please share it.
05/30/2026

Is there someone you feel needs to see this powerful Bible verse? If so, please share it.

I’ve had a physical disability my whole life. I was born with Arthrogryposis Multiplex Congenita (AMC), which means a la...
05/29/2026

I’ve had a physical disability my whole life. I was born with Arthrogryposis Multiplex Congenita (AMC), which means a lack of muscle mass. My arms and legs are affected.

But I don’t “see” disability. I don’t dwell on what I can’t do. From early on, I learned to accept my limits, to know challenges will always exist, but they don’t have to be obstacles. I can chase dreams, love life, and embrace the story I am living.

Does it look different? Do I need help to achieve those goals? Yes. That’s part of my normal and I don’t mind welcoming others into my world. We all need community and life is better together. Nowadays, I blog about living with a disability.

I share my story because this is something I can do---to spread awareness, build understanding, encourage others, and show I am normal. Yes, I have limits, but I love the way God made me. I wouldn’t erase my disability. This is the life God has given me and the story I have to tell. And every day, I have so many reasons to be thankful.

When Hurricane Florence hit Myrtle Beach, it left over 2,000 families without a home. They literally had nothing. I knew...
05/28/2026

When Hurricane Florence hit Myrtle Beach, it left over 2,000 families without a home. They literally had nothing. I knew I had to do something to help. Growing up, my mom taught me we should love our neighbors and treat others like you'd want to be treated.

I own a 70-room inn, so I told people they could come stay with me for free as long as they needed. We filled up immediately. They were hungry and had nothing to their name. Since I love to cook, I fired up my grill, bought some burgers and hot dogs, and fed everyone.

I didn't know how we'd handle day two but I had faith the Lord would help us in some way. I wasn't prepared for how much He helped. The response from our community was overwhelming, and the kindness just spread.

People started showing up, handing me money to help our residents. Local restaurants donated meals for all 350 people crammed into our inn, so we started feeding them three meals a day for several weeks.

The love kept multiplying. Barbers came to cut hair, artists to paint children's faces, DJs to play music, veterinarians to take care of their pets, and clowns to make people smile. God met every one of our needs.

My friend is a social media consultant (never thought I'd need one of those!) and established a Facebook account, Myrtle Beach Midtown Disaster Relief. We could post the specific needs of people, like "my husband starts a job next week and needs size 14 work boots". The needs were met within minutes. Another citizen donated a warehouse to store the massive amounts of food and clothing being dropped off at our inn. Donations flooded in from around the world to help these people get back on their feet. I was amazed at the love shown by our fellow man. It reminded me of the cartoon character rolling a tiny pebble down a mountain; it keeps gathering momentum and becomes a huge boulder by the time it reaches the bottom.

God showed us all that loving your neighbor is easy and the right thing to do. And it spread love, generosity and kindness throughout our entire community.

I grew up in a home where winter felt like an enemy that we could never quite outrun. My mom worked two jobs, and our ol...
05/27/2026

I grew up in a home where winter felt like an enemy that we could never quite outrun. My mom worked two jobs, and our old furnace broke so often that I learned what cold felt like in a way most kids never should. I used to lie awake at night praying, “Lord, please help us get through one more storm.”

Maybe that’s why, when I became an HVAC repairman years later, I told God He could use my hands however He wanted. I didn’t have a grand ministry plan. I just remembered what it felt like to be cold, scared, and invisible. And I didn’t want any family to feel that way if I could help it.

A few winters ago, I got a call from a single mother whose furnace had stopped working. I could hear the worry in her voice before she even explained the situation. When I arrived, it was clear money was tight: blankets pushed against doors, kids bundled in coats inside the house, space heaters trying their best.

She kept apologizing, telling me she didn’t know how she would pay, but she wanted me to look anyway. I told her I would figure it out.

It ended up being a minor repair; something small but dangerous to leave unchecked. When I told her everything was working again, she broke down in tears. She reached for her wallet, and I gently put my hand over hers.

“No charge,” I told her. “Someone once helped my family when we couldn’t afford heat. I’m just passing it on.”

She didn’t say anything at first, just hugged me like she’d known me her whole life.

Moments like that remind me why I do this. It isn’t about the money or the business. It’s about obedience. It’s about showing up quietly in the spaces where fear lives and bringing a little warmth; physically and spiritually.

Jesus met people in their practical needs, not just their spiritual ones. I try to do the same. Every time I fix a furnace for someone who can’t afford it, I feel like I’m honoring the prayers my younger self whispered into the cold.

And honestly, that’s all I ever wanted to do.

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