Obedience

The Question That Changed My Perspective

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I was speaking with my therapist today about my recent guest appearance on the Latter-day Lights podcast. I’ll be honest—I was feeling a bit discouraged. I had hoped to see a surge in new followers or subscribers, and when that didn’t happen immediately, I felt like I had missed the mark.

Then, she asked me something profound: “Would it be worth it to share your story if no one else ever listened to it?”

I took a breath, and the answer was a resounding yes.

When I watched the episode back, I felt a clear confirmation from Heavenly Father. He prompted me to do this back in January, and by recording it, I was simply being obedient. Stepping way out of my comfort zone didn’t just share a story; it strengthened my own faith.

As a writer and poet, I hope my words reach those who need them. But I’ve realized that the gift of expression was given to bless my life first. If I am the only one changed by my writing, it is still enough.

Softly He Calls Me Home

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Backstory:
While memorizing the words of the hymn “Softly and Tenderly Jesus Is Calling” with my mom, I was struck by the way the words describe the Savior’s voice. At first, He calls softly and tenderly, like a gentle whisper to the heart. But as the hymn continues, His invitation becomes more earnest and pleading. It reminded me of the parable of the prodigal son and how much the Savior longs for each of us to come home to Him. His love is patient, but it is also persistent. He never stops calling us back to Him and He never will.

Softly He Calls Me Home

We are human and we make mistakes every day,
And we need Jesus to redeem us more than we could ever say.
Our Father sent His Son to this fallen world
Where the fiery darts of the adversary are constantly being hurled.

Jesus loves each one of us so much
And He suffered so that we could feel His loving touch.
Jesus is constantly calling us to Him
So that the light in our lives never grows dim.

He starts out calling to us softly and tenderly like a whisper in our heart,
He patiently waits for us to answer Him so we can have a fresh new start.
He is constantly calling to us from up above,
And we can feel His love resting upon us like a peaceful dove.

Even if we don’t hear His soft call the first time or two,
He won’t ever give up because He loves me and you.
He’ll keep on calling no matter what it takes,
Even though every time we ignore Him, His heart breaks.

But He will never give up calling to us
A truth of His mercy we must always discuss.
Until that great day when we see Him again
And He will embrace us every woman and man.

The Takeaway: The Savior’s voice may begin as a quiet whisper, but His love never gives up on us. Whether we feel near to Him or far away, He is always calling us to return. Because of His mercy and forgiveness, we never need to linger in the distance. We can always turn toward Him and come home.

Walking Blind, Guided by Faith

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My Daily Musings-Feb.26th, 2026

Sometimes the most powerful lessons come from unexpected places.

On an episode of Heartland, a miniature horse becomes a guide animal for a blind girl. I couldn’t stop thinking about the trust that would require—to place your hand on that lead and believe you will not be guided into harm.

She cannot see what lies ahead. She may not know when a step up or down is coming. Yet she walks forward anyway.

How often do we feel that way in our own lives? Walking into the unknown, unsure of what waits around the corner?

There are seasons when I feel like I’m walking blind—unable to see the outcome, worried I might stumble or fall. And yet, maybe that is when trust matters most.

What would happen if we placed our trust fully in our Heavenly Father? If we allowed Him to guide us, step by careful step, trusting that He sees what we cannot?

We may not see the path clearly. But He does. And He is not leading us into obstacles—He is leading us home.

Christ, My Ark

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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.