Just a Thread of Faith

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My Daily Musings-April 29th, 2026

Sometimes lately, I feel like I’ve been hanging on by a thread.

That thought brought to mind the woman in scripture who had suffered for years, yet believed that if she could only touch the hem of Jesus’ garment, she could be healed. She reached through the crowd with faith and touched just a thread—and everything changed.

What moves me just as much as her healing is His response. Jesus stopped. He noticed her. He called her forward. He knew her pain before she ever spoke it.

How often do we forget that He notices us too? How often do we think our quiet reaching goes unseen?

Even when healing doesn’t come in the way or timing we hope for, we can still reach for Him. He can steady the trembling heart, strengthen weary hands, and help us through one more day.

If you feel like you’re hanging on by a thread, what if that thread is enough when it is tied to Him?

More Steady Than the Mountains

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My Daily Musings-April 27th, 2026

Have you ever looked at the mountains and thought about how permanent they feel?

Living in Utah, I see them almost every day—steady, unmoving, almost unshakable. It’s hard to imagine a world where they aren’t there. And yet, Isaiah teaches something striking:

“For the mountains shall depart and the hills be removed; but my kindness shall not depart from thee…” (Isaiah 54:10)

What a comparison. The very things that feel the most permanent in our world—mountains, hills, the landscape itself—God says those could disappear. But not His kindness. Not His love. Not His covenant of peace.

That makes me pause and wonder—what am I placing my sense of security in? Things that feel steady… or the One who actually is?

Because if even mountains can be removed, then maybe the things in my life that feel solid—but sometimes shift—were never meant to be my foundation in the first place.

But Him? His love doesn’t shift. His kindness doesn’t withdraw. His peace isn’t temporary.

Even when life feels uncertain… even when things change that I thought never would… He doesn’t.

So maybe the question isn’t will things change?—because they will.

The real question is: Where am I anchoring my heart when they do?

And do I truly believe that His kindness toward me is more constant than the mountains I can see?

Becoming the Work of His Hands

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Backstory:
I really love this verse in Isaiah 64:8: “But now, O Lord, thou art our father; we are the clay, and thou our potter; and we all are the work of thy hand.” Isaiah uses this simple but powerful image of a potter and clay to help us understand our relationship with the Lord. When I read this, I picture Jesus as the potter—patiently working with something ordinary and slowly shaping it into something meaningful. It’s such a gentle reminder that we are not just left on our own to figure things out—we are in His hands.

Becoming the Work of His Hands


We as the clay start out as something ordinary
But in the hands of the Master Potter we can become extraordinary.
We are all loved by our Savior
And in His hands, we can change our very nature.

We have to be completely centered on the wheel
To let His hands reveal what is true and real.
Similarly, in our lives, if we want to become something beautiful,
We need to center our lives on our Savior so that we can be immovable.

In the process of becoming, the clay has to be stretched and pressed,
And then eventually it can withstand every test.
In our lives, our trials seem to really press down on our soul,
But only in the hands of Jesus, we can feel whole.

After the process of shaping the clay is complete,
It needs to be dried so that it can withstand the heat.
In this life, sometimes we have to wait for blessings to arrive,
But if we turn to our Savior, then in the waiting period, we can thrive.

Then the work of art has to be put into a fire of intense heat,
So that it can withstand any pressure that it will meet.
We as the Savior’s work of art, are sometimes put into the fire,
So we can emerge with a spirit refined and higher.

The Takeaway: Jesus Christ is the Master Potter who works with us personally and patiently. He sees what we are meant to become, even when we feel unformed or flawed. There will be moments in life that feel like pressure, stretching, or even being reshaped—but none of it is wasted in His hands. He doesn’t discard the clay; He works with it, again and again. Our role is not to force our own perfection, but to stay soft, willing, and centered on Him. As we trust the Savior and allow Him to shape us, even the difficult parts of our journey can become something beautiful—something only He could create.

To watch my YouTube short on this subject, click here:

Where Thirst Meets Living Water

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Backstory:
The story of the woman at the well is found in John chapter 4. Jesus, traveling through Samaria, stopped at Jacob’s well during the heat of the day. There He met a woman who had come alone to draw water—likely avoiding others because of her past and the judgments placed upon her. In a time when Jews typically avoided Samaritans, and men did not publicly speak with women in this way, Jesus reached out to her. He spoke with her, taught her, and offered her something far greater than the water she came to draw—“living water,” or the promise of eternal life through Him. Though her life had been complicated and likely filled with shame and loneliness, the Savior saw her for who she truly was: a daughter of God. After gaining a witness that He was the Messiah, she left her waterpot behind, returned to her city, and invited others to come and see Him. Because of her testimony, many came to believe.

Where Thirst Meets Living Water

A woman came to a well many years ago,
She came by herself so that her shame wouldn’t show.
She was thirsty and the heat of the sun was heavy in the air,
And she went to the well when no one else would be there.

But a man came and asked her for water
Alone at the well, she was confused by the offer.
But she didn’t know to whom she spoke
So she might have thought it was a joke.

Jesus told her that if she followed Him
Then she would never thirst again.
Time paused in this humble moment at the well,
She knew who He was and her heart began to swell.

Once she believed in Jesus, she left her waterpot behind
And she felt washed clean because in Jesus, peace she did find.
She ran to the city and told everyone of His name,
That through His great mercy, she’d never be the same.

Today we can relate to being thirsty
And we are all looking for water on our journey.
We all have cares and worries in this life
That might at times cause us great strife.

We look to the Savior for “living water”,
And lay every care on His holy altar.
He will always be by our side to heal and help us every day
Because He loves us more than we could ever say.

The Takeaway: This story reminds us that the Savior meets us exactly where we are—especially in the quiet, lonely places where we may feel unseen or unworthy. While the world may judge or misunderstand, Jesus Christ looks beyond our past and sees our divine worth. Just as physical thirst can consume our thoughts, our hearts and spirits long for something deeper that only He can provide. His living water does not simply satisfy for a moment—it fills, heals, and changes us. And when we truly feel His love, we cannot help but share it. The Savior ministers to the one, and in doing so, invites each of us to come, drink, and never thirst again.

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?”