Day 100

Joshua 11–12 | Acts 2:42–3:10 | Psalm 43

One hundred days.

That’s how long I’ve been doing this—opening the Word, wrestling with it, writing through it, showing up with a sore hand and a tired soul and a heart that isn’t always ready, but is always willing.

Some days, it’s been joy.

Some days, discipline.

Some days, survival.

But through it all—God has met me.

Not always in lightning bolts or goosebumps.

But in something quieter.

Steadier.

Stronger.

Devotion.

They Devoted Themselves

“They devoted themselves to the apostles’ teaching and to fellowship, to the breaking of bread and to prayer.” (Acts 2:42)

That’s it.

That’s the blueprint.

No flashy programs. No clever branding.

Just ordinary people clinging to an extraordinary God—through teaching, through prayer, through shared meals and shared lives.

And the result?

Revival.

Thousands saved.

Hearts softened.

Needs met.

Wonder rekindled.

But it didn’t come from a platform.

It came from a table.

From homes where bread was broken and prayers were whispered and Scripture was taught by people who still smelled like fish and failure.

They didn’t just believe the gospel.

They built their lives around it—empowered by the Spirit who had just filled them.

And that’s what devotion really is:

Habits born from hope.

Rhythms shaped by reverence.

Showing up when the feelings don’t.

When Devotion Doesn’t Feel Like Revival

If I’m honest, a lot of the last 100 days haven’t felt very “Acts 2.”

They’ve felt quiet.

Ordinary.

Sometimes even frustrating.

Like when I try to write and my fingers don’t cooperate.

When the Word feels dry.

When I’m praying the same prayer for the tenth day in a row and wondering if God still hears it.

But devotion isn’t measured by emotion.

It’s measured by presence.

And presence changes things.

Every day I’ve opened the Word has softened something in me.

Every time I’ve returned to these Scriptures has chipped away at pride, fear, self-reliance.

Every prayer—short or meandering, tearful or routine—has built something in me I can’t always see but desperately need.

What God Builds Through Devotion

When you read the rest of Acts 2, you see the fruit of their devotion:

Awe came upon every soul.

Needs were met.

Joy overflowed.

The Lord added to their number daily those who were being saved.

But it didn’t start with awe.

It started with devotion.

And maybe that’s what today is about.

Not celebrating 100 days like some kind of finish line.

But remembering that the next 100 starts the same way the last 100 did:

A Bible.

A quiet heart.

A God who is always worth showing up for.

Maybe today is your Day 1. Or Day 37. Or maybe you’ve lost count. But every time you show up, God does too.

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Lord, thank You for meeting me in the ordinary. For using the steady rhythm of devotion to shape me, teach me, and remind me that You’re always at work—even when I can’t see it. Keep me devoted. Keep me hungry. Let the habits I form in faith produce fruit I never imagined. And may my life look more like Acts 2—not because of one emotional moment, but because of one faithful day after another.

Amen.