There is something comforting in reading stories and songs written by people of faith from past generations. There is a knowing that warms the heart when a telling of the faith journey is recognized as that which was experienced then and is experienced now.

Often when I ask God to talk to me the answer comes with a melody in my head. Sometimes I know the song immediately and sometimes I have to jog my memory and even look up phrases until I find the song that God is singing to me.

The most recent one started with, “Praise the Savior.” When I found the old hymn I learned that Thomas Kelly who was born in 1806 had written it. His prayer then became my prayer:

Keep us, Lord, O keep us cleaving

To Thyself, and still believing,

Till the hour of our receiving


Promised joys with Thee.

Then we shall be where we would be,


Then we shall be what we should be,

Things that are not now, nor could be,


Soon shall be our own.

Today I praise Him, ask for grace to keep clinging, and recognize that what cannot be today will someday be.

I look forward to meeting this author who gives me a family member to walk with on my journey of faith.