Noah’s Ark

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We often focus on the storm, but I’ve been thinking more about the sunshine.

Noah didn’t start building the Ark when the clouds turned grey. He built it during the long, hot days when the sky was clear and—to everyone else—there wasn’t a raindrop in sight. His safety during the flood was the result of a thousand quiet, mundane days of hammer and nails.

In my own life, I’ve realized that my “ark” isn’t built in a crisis. It’s built in the early mornings when I’d rather sleep but choose to open my scriptures instead. It’s built in the moments I choose a soft answer over a sharp one. These are the daily habits that keep us afloat when the rains eventually come.

I’m currently working on my “patience plank”—trying to find the Lord’s hand in the delays rather than just checking items off my to-do list. It’s a slow build, but I know it’s necessary.

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To my subscribers: I’d love to hear from you today. Noah’s obedience was a daily commitment, one plank at a time.

What is one small habit or “spiritual plank” you are adding to your foundation right now to stay prepared for life’s storms? Please share in the comments below so we can encourage one another!

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My Daily Musings-Feb.18th, 2026

Christ, My Ark

I’ve been thinking about Noah and the ark — and how much faith that must have required.

There was no rain yet. No visible storm. Just a command from God and a clear sky overhead.

And still… he built.

Board by board.
Day by day.
Act of obedience by act of obedience.

I imagine the sound of the hammer echoing in dry air. I imagine the questions, maybe even the doubt from others. Yet Noah kept building because he trusted God more than what he could see.

It makes me think about our own lives.

Most of the time, we are not building in the middle of a storm. We are building before it. When things seem calm. When prayers feel ordinary. When reading Scripture feels quiet and small.

But faith is built the same way the ark was built — steadily and intentionally.

One prayer.
One choice to forgive.
One act of repentance.
One moment of obedience.

Board by board.

And then, when the floods come — because they always do in one way or another — we are not left without refuge.

When past storms have come in my life, I can see how Christ has been my refuge. Even when I didn’t fully understand what He was doing, He was holding me steady.

Jesus Christ is our Ark.

He is the shelter that holds when grief rises.
He is the covering when fear tries to overtake us.
He is the steady strength when everything else feels uncertain.

So I find myself asking: What daily habits are strengthening my foundation in Him? What am I building now that will sustain me later?

If we build our lives in Him now, the storms will not destroy us later.

Christ, my Ark.