“If the Savior stood beside me…”

It’s one of my favorite songs that I learned as a child.

My language?

My actions?

What would I do if the Savior was right next to me?

It helped guide me to more Christlike decisions as a little kid.

But now, years later, with three kids of my own, it brings a different meaning to me.

Fear. Weakness. Dismay.

I’ve felt it all.

“Be strong and of a good courage; be not afraid, neither be thou dismayed: for the Lord thy God is with thee whithersoever thou goest.” (Joshua 1:9)

My understanding of the Savior has grown a lot since I was a kid.

He’s not just there, watching me, hoping I say and do nice things.

He is with me in my weakness. In my dismay. In my fears.

He’s with me when I feel exhausted after putting out my kids’ little fires all day.

He’s with me when I think that I’ve messed everything up.

He’s with me when I hear more bad news.

He’s with me when I remember everything that’s on my to-do list.

“He is always near me, though I do not see him there;

“And because he loves me dearly, I am in his watchful care.”

He’s there cheering me on. Guiding me. Comforting me. Loving me.

His Spirit can always be with me, whenever I have the desire.

And because He is with me wherever I go, I have no need to feel fear and dismay.

I can be strong and have courage to conquer whatever comes my way.

Happy Studying!

-Cali Black

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