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"There is none like the God of Jeshurun, who rides the heavens to your aid, the clouds in His majesty. The God of old is your dweling place, and underneath are the everlasting arms. He drives out the enemy before you and commands, 'Destroy!" So Isreal dwells securly; Jacob lives untroubled in the land of grain and new wine; even his skies drip with dew" (Deuteronomy 33: 26-28, HCSB).

I found myself having one of those mornings. My head was aching, my little girl was fussy, and I was reminded, once again, of how long it would be before I saw my husband again.

I just wanted him here. I think a part of me thought that my husband could fix it. That my husband could make our morning better.

Yes, I certainly would have been happier with him there. But the truth of the matter is that my head probably still would of ached and my daugter would have still be fussy.

I didn't need my husband there to set things straight. No, I needed my God to redirect my heart. I needed my Savior's arms to lean on.

My Savior's arms are everlasting. Everlasting means that they will always be there. They will never fail. I can go anywhere, do anything in this life, and my Savior will always be there, right by my side.

All He asks is that I trust. All He asks is that I keep my focus on His everlasting arms, not on the transient things of this world. That I focus on Him, not the things I can't change.

His arms will carry me to a place and a time where there is so such thing as war, sickness and death. There is no such thing as longing, because, in His presence, we will be compltele.

And so, for today, I'll sing an old hymn, one that reminds me of where my focus should be.

Leaning, leaning, safe and secure from all alarms;
Leaning, leaning, leaning on the everlasting arms.
(Elisha A. Hoffman, pub. 1887).