Author: Christine Maynor

A Drop in the Ocean of Good

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My Daily Musings-April 18th, 2026

Sometimes it’s easy to feel small in a world that feels so vast—like what we do couldn’t possibly matter all that much. But I love this reminder from Mother Teresa:

“What we do is nothing but a drop in the ocean, but if we didn’t do it, the ocean would be one drop less than it is.”

Maybe the difference we make isn’t always loud or widely seen. Maybe it’s in the quiet moments—a kind word, a sincere smile, a simple act of love. Small things, offered with a willing heart.

The Savior spent His life “going about doing good,” often in ways that might have seemed small to others, but meant everything to the one. And as we follow His example in our own little corners of the world, we are making a difference—one drop at a time.

What if the good you’re doing matters more than you realize?
Who in your life might be feeling the impact of your quiet kindness today?

No matter your sphere of influence, your efforts are seen. And I believe they matter—not just here, but to your Heavenly Father too.

Strengthened By the Faith of Others

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My Daily Musings-April 17th, 2026

Sometimes I find myself thinking about how much writing has come to mean to me. It has become a place where I can pour out my thoughts and feelings—especially on the days that feel the heaviest. In those moments, writing does what nothing else quite can. And then, on the harder days, I go back and read those words, and somehow… my faith feels strengthened again.

But my thoughts didn’t stop there.

I started thinking about the people whose faith has quietly carried me over the years. The ones who didn’t just speak about belief, but lived it—especially when life was hard. My mind went straight to my parents. They have faced trials, and they still do. Yet their faith has remained steady, something I could lean on when mine was still small and growing.

Isn’t that how faith often begins? Borrowed, in a way, from those who love us—until, little by little, it becomes our own?

Now, even though my faith feels more rooted than it once did, I still find myself looking to their example. Their quiet strength continues to remind me what it looks like to hold on.

Who has helped strengthen your faith along the way? And are we living in a way that might strengthen someone else’s?

To all those who have stood beside me—whether you realized it or not—thank you. Your faith has helped shape mine.

Holding On to Faith Through the Hard Days

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My Daily Musings-April 16th, 2026

Sometimes a simple phrase can settle deep into your soul and stay there.

Recently, I heard someone say, “No matter what happens in your life, stay in your faith. Don’t let your faith suffer because of your trials.” And I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it.

Trials are something we all face—none of us are exempt. Some are visible, others are quietly carried each day. For me, the struggle with my health is constant. Some days my faith feels strong and steady, and other days it feels fragile. There are moments when I wonder how much longer I can keep going, or when I feel deeply alone.

But then morning comes.

And I make a choice.

I choose to wake up with my faith still in place.

Not perfect, not unshaken—but still there.

Still reaching. Still believing.

What if faith isn’t about never wavering, but about not letting go? What if it’s about returning, again and again, to trust in our Heavenly Father and in Jesus Christ, even after the hardest days?

Our faith is something living. It needs care, attention, and intention. It’s not meant to sit untouched—it’s meant to be nurtured, protected, and held onto, especially when life feels the heaviest.

So maybe the question isn’t “Will my faith ever be tested?”
Maybe it’s “When it is, will I hold on?”

The Quiet Fight to Believe

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Backstory:
On some days, faith feels steady and sure. But on others—especially in the quiet weight of ongoing trials—it can feel fragile, like something slipping through tired hands. This writing was born out of those harder days, when physical and emotional exhaustion make even prayer feel like a struggle. It is a deeply personal pleading to Heavenly Father, asking Him to stay close, to strengthen what feels weak, and to carry what cannot be carried alone. It reflects the quiet truth that even when faith wavers, it doesn’t have to disappear—and that we are never left to endure our trials without divine help.

The Quiet Fight to Believe

My dear and loving Father in Heaven,
I have faith that Thou lovest me without question.
But there are days when my faith isn’t very strong
Because of my trials I feel like things are always going wrong.

Some mornings it is a struggle to get out of bed
Or to pull the heavy covers from my head.
My faith wavers on those hard days
When it’s difficult for me to sing Thy praise.

Some days my body feels so weak
And every hill feels like a mountain peak.
Please, Father, help me to be strong and faithful,
And help me to recognize my blessings and be grateful.

Please, help me to feel Thy love for me shining in the darkest night,
And help me to recognize Thy embrace so I can feel more light.
Especially on the days when my faith is more fragile,
Stay close beside me through every battle.

My dear Father, some days all I can do is pray to Thee,
Please help me hold on to my faith so I can more clearly see.
Help me to feel of Thy loving embrace on my skin
So that the light of my faith never grows dim.

The Takeaway: Faith isn’t about never struggling—it’s about continuing to turn toward Heavenly Father in the midst of that struggle. Even when our faith feels small, fragile, or worn thin, He honors every effort to hold on. We are not meant to face our hardest days alone. As we reach for Him, even in our weakest moments, He stays—and He strengthens the faith we’re trying so hard to keep.

When Our Arms Grow Weary

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My Daily Musings-April 15th, 2026

Have you ever had a day when your arms just felt too heavy to lift?

In Exodus 17, Moses stood on a hill during a battle, holding up the rod of God. As long as his arms were raised, the Israelites prevailed—but when they grew tired and fell, the battle began to turn. Moses wasn’t meant to do it alone. When he became too weary, Aaron and Hur stood beside him, holding up his arms until the victory was won.

I love the quiet truth in that story: even prophets needed help.

Sometimes we may feel like we should be strong enough to carry everything on our own. But maybe strength isn’t found in never faltering—maybe it’s found in allowing others to stand beside us when we do.

Who has helped hold up your arms when you didn’t have the strength? And are there arms near you now that might need your support?

Heavenly Father is mindful of us in our weariness. And often, He answers our prayers by sending people—steady, loving, willing—to help carry what feels too heavy to bear.

The Invisible Weight We Carry

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My Daily Musings-April 14th, 2026

Sometimes people say, “You look great—you don’t look sick at all,” and I’ve learned to smile and say thank you. The truth is, much of what I carry isn’t visible. The fatigue, the pain, the quiet battles happening inside my body… they don’t always show on the outside.

And maybe that’s true for more than just physical illness.

How many people around us are carrying heavy things we can’t see? How often do we pass by someone who looks perfectly fine, while their heart is fighting a quiet battle?

I’ve started to realize that if we could see inside each other—really see the weight people carry—we might be surprised that we’re all still standing, still showing up, still trying.

Maybe that’s a gentle reminder to be a little more patient, a little more compassionate.

Because everyone you see is stronger than they look.

What might change if we treated each person as if they were carrying something heavy? How might it soften the way we speak, the way we listen, the way we love?

The Hands That Lift Me Again

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This writing was inspired by reflecting on how easy it can be for any of us to feel discouraged by our mistakes, weaknesses, and the times we fall short. In those moments, it can seem like getting back up is too hard or that we’ve fallen too far to be helped. As I thought about those feelings, I was reminded of the Savior’s constant love and His power to lift, heal, and strengthen us—no matter where we are or how many times we’ve fallen.

The Hands That Lift Me Again

If you have ever felt alone
Like you are in the darkness on your own.
If you feel like you’ve hit a wall, 
And you’re stumbling through a heavy fall.

If you ever feel like you have fallen 
Too many times to get back up again.
If your many shortcomings weigh you down, 
And in the dark you sit and frown.

Just remember that there is One named Jesus
Who will help you overcome your every weakness.
He has been in the darkness Himself before
And He will help you when you feel like you can’t stand anymore.

He already suffered for your every sin
And He knows what it feels like to be in your skin.
Just know that Jesus will help you get up 
When you have fallen, He will fill your empty cup.

You are never out of the reach of your Savior’s gentle touch,
For He loves you and cares about you so much.
Even if you were the only person on earth
He would have suffered so that you could feel your divine worth.

The Takeaway: We all have moments when we feel broken, weary, or unsure if we can keep trying. But no one is ever beyond the reach of Jesus Christ. He understands perfectly, and His hands are always extended to lift us, heal us, and help us begin again.

Knowing Him for Myself

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My Daily Musings-April 13th, 2026

In Matthew 16, Jesus asks a question that still echoes today: “Whom say ye that I am?”

Peter didn’t hesitate. “Thou art the Christ, the Son of the living God.” His answer came from a place of deep knowing, built through walking with the Savior, witnessing His miracles, and hearing His words.

For us, it can feel different. We weren’t there to see those miracles or hear those sermons in person. And yet, we are still invited to answer that same question. Not based on what others say, but on what we have come to know for ourselves.

How do we come to know Him when we haven’t seen Him? Maybe it’s in the quiet moments when we feel peace we can’t explain. Maybe it’s in the strength we didn’t know we had during hard days. Maybe it’s in the gentle reassurance that we are not alone.

Who is Jesus Christ to you?
And how have you felt Him as your personal Savior and Redeemer in your own life?

I may not have walked beside Him in Galilee, but I have felt Him walk beside me—and that has made all the difference.

Where Words and Prayer Meet

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My Daily Musings-April 12th, 2026

I heard something a few months ago that quietly changed the way I write.

A guest on the Latter-day Lights podcast shared that he prays before writing his lyrics because he feels guided in what he creates. That idea stayed with me. I realized that even though writing feels deeply personal and spiritual to me, I had never thought to invite Heavenly Father into the process before I began.

Now, I do when I write a poem.

And it has made all the difference.

Before, there were moments when the words just wouldn’t come, and frustration would take over. But since I started praying before I write, the words seem to flow more freely. It feels less like I’m striving to create something on my own and more like I’m being gently guided, line by line.

It’s been a tender reminder to me that Heavenly Father truly wants to be part of every aspect of our lives—especially the things He has inspired within us. For me, that’s writing. And when I invite Him in, it becomes something more than just words on a page.

Have you ever invited Heavenly Father into something you love to do?
What might change if you started with a simple prayer before you begin?

When Prayer Becomes Listening

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My Daily Musings-April 11th, 2026

Mother Teresa once said, “Prayer is not asking. Prayer is putting oneself in the hands of God at His disposition and listening to His voice in the depths of our hearts.”

That thought has stayed with me.

I’ve been trying to listen more when I pray to my Heavenly Father—but if I’m honest, it’s not always easy. So often my prayers come when I’ve just woken up or right before I fall asleep, and I don’t always take the time to simply be still and listen. Maybe I’m not the only one who has felt that.

What if prayer is meant to be more than a list of needs? What if it’s also meant to be a quiet space where we let Him speak?

Heavenly Father truly wants to hear from us—our worries, our hopes, and the things we carry deep in our hearts. But He also invites us to slow down, to listen, and to just spend time with Him.

When was the last time I paused long enough to hear His voice? And what might He be trying to tell me if I made just a little more space to listen?