Constant Refuge

My Daily Musings-April 24th, 2026

Lately, I’ve been thinking more about the word abide.

In Elder Jeffrey R. Holland’s talk “Abide in Me,” he shares that in Spanish, “abide” is translated as permaneced en mi—to remain, to stay… but even more, to stay with a sense of permanence. Stay—but stay forever.

That meaning has stayed with me.

To abide isn’t just visiting with God when it’s convenient. It’s choosing to remain with Him—consistently, intentionally, and over a lifetime. It’s a quiet commitment that says, I’m not going anywhere.

And the beautiful part is that as we choose to remain with Him, we begin to recognize that He has always been reaching toward us.

What does it look like in your life to not just come to Him—but to stay?

Where might He already be inviting you to draw closer and remain a little longer?

Abiding isn’t about perfection. It’s about presence. It’s about choosing Him, again and again, and trusting that He is already choosing us.

Thank you for subscribing-may these words bring a quiet moment of peace and reflection to your day.

My Daily Musings-March 29th, 2026

Romans 8:28 has always felt like a quiet anchor to me: “All things work together for good to them that love God.” Not some things. Not just the easy things. All things.

I hold onto that, especially on the days that feel heavy—when trials stretch on longer than I thought they would, and the answers I’m hoping for don’t come when I want them to. There are moments when simply getting out of bed feels like an act of faith.

And maybe it is.

Because choosing to keep going, even when life feels uncertain, is a quiet way of saying, “I trust You.” I trust that God sees the full picture I cannot. I trust that even this—especially this—can be woven into something good.

But if I’m honest, the hardest part isn’t always the trial itself. It’s the waiting.

Waiting for healing.
Waiting for clarity.
Waiting for blessings that feel just out of reach.

Why does His timing feel so slow when my heart is ready now? Why do answers sometimes come only after the struggle has already changed me?

Maybe part of the blessing is who we become while we wait.

So today, I’m holding onto hope. Not because everything is easy, but because I believe God is still working—behind the scenes, in the unseen, in ways I may not understand yet.

And I wonder:
What if the delay isn’t a denial, but a deeper preparation?
What if something good is already unfolding, even if I can’t see it yet?