Come Follow Me Meditations

09/10/2026

Soft words can calm big feelings and make a home peaceful. 🌙🤍

A gentle bedtime story about King Solomon and the little words that...

09/09/2026

The Preacher of Ecclesiastes watched the seasons turn from his rooftop.

He had built houses, planted vineyards, gathered everything his eyes desired — and none of it could carry the weight of his soul. What steadied him was simpler: to every thing there is a season, and God makes every thing beautiful in his time. Not our time. His.

This line is from the week's sleep meditation, written for the nights when your life feels mid-season — planted but not yet grown, started but not yet finished.

Unfinished isn't the same as unheld.

From this week's Come Follow Me sleep meditation, Ecclesiastes 3

09/08/2026

Come Follow Me - Ecclesiastes 3: "To every thing there is a season." The Preacher watched a lifetime of planting and harvest, weeping and laughter - and he was not saying life is random. He was saying life is held. Every season you have walked through, and every one still ahead, rests inside the purposes of a God who makes everything beautiful in His time.

Whatever feels bare tonight may simply still be ripening. You are not behind.

Save this for your scripture study this week, and send it to someone in a season of waiting.

This week's sleep meditation walks gently through Proverbs and Ecclesiastes - now on YouTube. Link in bio.

09/08/2026

You don’t have to see the whole road—God has already gone before you. ✨🤍

Begin your morning trusting the One who sees the whole road — a Com...

09/07/2026

Two wise men looked at the same life and came back with different reports.

Proverbs is a father's counsel: seek wisdom, and life goes well. Ecclesiastes answers, "It's not that simple" — the Preacher gave his heart to know wisdom and still found grief. Yet both books land in the same place: life is better when we trust the Lord and let Him direct our paths.

This week's lesson actually points to Elder Gerrit W. Gong's talk on trust — what to do when trusting again feels risky, and why God is the one place it never is.

Maybe the road doesn't have to be visible to be safe.

"Trust Again" — Gerrit W. Gong, October 2021 general conference

09/07/2026

Tomorrow is not yours to hold tonight—it is already resting in better hands. 🌙🤍

Rest tonight in the God who holds every season of your life — a Com...

09/06/2026

Come Follow Me - Ecclesiastes 1-2: "I made me great works." The Preacher tried everything the world could offer - houses, vineyards, gardens, wealth, pleasure, learning. He kept nothing from himself. And when he looked at all of it, he felt how fast it all passes. None of it could carry the weight of his soul. Only God could.

That is not a sad discovery. It is a freeing one.

Save this for your scripture study this week, and send it to someone who is searching.

Follow for more like this.

09/05/2026

Come Follow Me - Psalm 150:6.

"Let every thing that hath breath praise the Lord."

In this week's bedtime story, a girl named Miriam hears the temple singers practicing - a trumpet, a lyre, a little drum, soft cymbals - and asks her grandfather what they are singing. He tells her the last song in the book of Psalms.

So on the walk home she starts listening. The birds finishing their evening songs. The stream over the stones. The wind in the olive trees. The whole world is singing, she says.

But then, at bedtime, the honest question: her own voice is very small. Does God want to hear it too?

Her grandfather says the psalm does not say every thing with a loud voice. It says every thing that hath breath.

A child's quiet thank you is one of His favorite songs of all.

Save this for family scripture study this week, and send it to a parent tucking someone in tonight.

This week's bedtime story walks gently through Psalms 102-103; 110; 116-119; 127-128; 135-139; 146-150 - now on YouTube. Link in bio.

09/04/2026

Come Follow Me — Psalms

The book of Psalms ends in one long hallelujah.

Five psalms in a row, all praise, and then the very last verse in the whole book gathers everyone in: let every thing that hath breath praise the Lord. Not the trained singers. Not the trumpet and the harp and the timbrel and the cymbals, though they're all named a few lines earlier. Every thing with breath.

Our bedtime story this week follows a little girl who hears the temple singers practicing and decides her own voice is too small to bother with. Her grandfather reads the psalm back to her slowly. It doesn't say a loud voice, he tells her. It says breath.

Which is a low bar, and probably on purpose.

From this weeks Come Follow Me bedtime story, Psalms 146–150

09/03/2026

Come Follow Me - Psalm 119:105.

The road ahead of you is dark, and God hands you a lamp the size of your hand.

Picture a traveler setting out before the sun comes up. All he carries is one small clay lamp. It does not light the whole road. It does not show him the hills he will climb or the turns he cannot see yet. It lights the next step.

And that is the part we don't like. We want to see the whole way.

But the lamp was never meant to reach the horizon. "Thy word is a lamp unto my feet, and a light unto my path."

You cannot see how the month will unfold. You can open His word this morning and take the next faithful step.

Save this for your scripture study this week, and send it to someone walking through a season they can't see the end of.

This week's morning meditation walks gently through Psalms 119 - now on YouTube. Link in bio.