Looking toward the light and example of Jesus Christ, who is "mighty to save." May we face our individual struggles and challenges by being willing to drink whatever " bitter cup" (or trial) we are given, and not shrink from doing what will ultimately strengthen us.
Sunday was an emotionally difficult day for me. Normally church lasts for three hours but immediately after the Sacrament prayer amen I jumped up and made a beeline out the door before anyone in our large congregation of more than 200+ people had even stood up from their pews.
I knew exactly where I was going with all the turmoil that consumed my troubled spirit. I was headed to the cemetery. Oh, sure, I know what you're thinking. She is one strange woman. Well, I suppose I am! But I have long felt that cemeteries are sacred places.
Photo I took of Tyler as he helped his sons get ready for a funeral.
My beloved brother-in-law, Tyler was buried at this cemetery.
He died when he was 30. Leaving a young pregnant widow and3 boys under the age of 8. Heart complication (from his pacemaker). Tyler was such a dear and trusted friend to me. He was so tremendously kind to my husband and children, and I learned so many things.
Tyler holding my (now 19-year-old) baby at the small family
birthday luau we had when he turned 1.
One of the greatest lessons he taught me was to relax and let people do their own thing. This advice was offered in my stress of hosting (in our old family home-- the gathering place) mass amounts of the family for a funeral and feeling so stressed in wanting to meet the needs of all the guests, but not knowing how because they had their own quirks of how they did things. I was calmed by his advice that day and many years since.
His grave is the dearest family I have buried here. My beloved Mom is buried in central Utah, and I'm unable to go that far.
The face of misery. :(
Tyler was a true friend to me, so going to his grave makes me feel at home. Haha... yes, at home among the graves!
I unhappily stormed out of my church building and walked uphill many blocks in my small, hilly town. I can't tell you exactly how I felt (which is very important to me). I guess it was a mix of fear, anger, and sadness. I wanted to feel numb, but thenthe thought struck me that I was not walking along, but that I had a band of loving angels surrounding me in my sorrow.That thought caused the tears to well up. Though I fought that emotion. Anger is a less vulnerable emotion, you know?!
But I allowed my heart to soften and "listened" and contemplated as I sat on (and then by) Tyler's headstone. I did a lot of praying and soul-searching. I pleaded with God to know if I'd been living the right way and doing things to please Him. I wanted assurance that I was right before God. I wanted to understand what was happening. I wanted to know a lot of things. But as God often does, I got some sweet assurances, but I did not have ALL my questions answers.
I've always wished I actually
would look sad, instead of
looking mad.
I assure you I'm not
mad-- like I look here!
Just very sad. It's a good reminder
not to judge people
by their expressions! ;)
Some of these assurances came in the form of remembering. Like remembering the beautiful talk by Elder Wirthlin "Come What May and Love it."
I snapped this just after hearing the song "On Eagle's Wings,"as I walked out of the cemetery. I did feel a little better, but this is the best smile I could muster.
As I turned to leave the cemetery and walk back for the last 15 minutes of church, I smiled and expressed prayerful gratitude when into my thoughts played a Michael Crawford song: "I'll raise you up on Eagle's Wings"
1. You who dwell in the shelter of our God, who abide in this shadow for life, say to the Lord: 'My refuge, my Rock in whom I trust!'
Refrain: 'And I will raise you up on eagle's wings, bear you on the breath of dawn, make you to shine like the sun, and hold you in the palm of my hand.'
2. The snare of the fowler will never capture you, and famine will bring you no fear: under God's wings your refuge, God's faithfulness your shield.
Refrain
3.You need not fear the terrorof the night, nor the arrow that flies by day; though thousands fall about you, near you it shall not come.
Refrain
4.For to God's angels is given a command to guard you in all of your ways, upon their hands they will bear you up, lest you dash your foot against a stone.
Refrain
'...and[I will] hold you, hold you in the palm of my hand.'
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I'd been fasting that day that I'd have the strength to bear my complex emotions. I also was fasting for my sister, and also a dear friend in need. I am uncertain as to how they were blessed, but when I returned to church I felt a considerable calm to my concerns.I was able to stand among friends and act with a pleasantness I could not have otherwise done. I felt so thankful that the power of God can work in our lives as we look to him. I don't have all the answers. I don't know where things will go from here. I don't know how all the complexities will play out. What I do know is that whether I walk in sunshine or storm, I will walk with God. May we seek Him in all we do. He has the power to heal and redeem us. Let us trust Him with every fiber of our being! ~Christine
Today, as we were driving to the dentist (for tooth cleanings) my 10 year old son said something that took me by surprise. He said that he only sits in the middle of our van because it's the safest place to sit. He then added that his friend Jason died in the car accident because he was sitting by the door.
I told him I didn't realize that he felt that way, but I expressed that I thought it was Jason's time to return home to Heavenly Father and that he would likely have died wherever he'd been sitting.
I didn't express it (okay, maybe a few tears), but in my heart I felt a sense of sadness to see just how the trauma of a friend, and classmate dying, could affect my son's feelings about where he sat in a vehicle.
Some people underestimate the power that traumas may play to the psyche, but just this small exchange with my son was a powerful reminder of how delicate we are in this mortal sphere.
I am so grateful for the atonement of Jesus Christ. I am thankful that through Him we can pick up our crosses each day and learn how to more bravely follow Him, even when it seems we can't take one more step.
With the power of Christ, I have found that I can take not just one more step, but many more! Each
small effort keeps adding up to miles and miles I never dreamed possible that I'd be able to walk.
These steps have come at a high price of sacrifice and a willing heart, but somehow I find that with each new day I can make it through- as long as I have the help of the Lord!
I'm so thankful to God for my many blessings. I'm thankful for the healing and strength that can come through Christ! Healing takes time and effort, but it's worth the fight! Let us keep carrying our crosses and follow Christ. Through Him, we will have victory!
Matthew 16:24–25:
Then said Jesus unto his disciples,
If any man will come after me, let him deny himself,
and take up
his cross,
and follow me.
For whosoever will save his life shall lose it:
and whosoever will lose his life for my sake shall find it.
Have hope, for through Christ we can be victorious!
Christine
"before you become too critical of lawyers listen to the words of my good friend Jim Gordon: “It is true that some lawyers are dishonest, arrogant, greedy, venal, amoral, ruthless buckets of toxic slime. On the other hand, it is unfair to judge the entire profession by a few hundred thousand bad apples.” "
While that joke is funny, I most appreciated this lawyer James R. Rasband's, insights on Jesus Christ and the atonement.** I never used to be very good about forgiving people. I held onto wounds and hurts and I could not let things go. I am sure I have room for improvement, but the last few years (and especially this year), I have learned a LOT about forgiveness. Some of those lessons have been tremendously painful, but as strange as it sounds, I have learned so much in the process.
(Near the end he even talks about whether or not it's alright for Christians to take matters to court (quite interesting))
Feeling forgiveness for others, or being truly forgiven is one of the sweetest experiences on earth because it means that the flow of God's pure love has room in your heart and mind.
I compare forgiveness to being released from a dark-celled prison sentence, and being set free in a bright beautiful garden of Eden!
I have read/listened to many speakers about forgiveness, and if you would like recommendations I will gladly give them to you if you request, but for now I hope you will take the time to listen to a few reminders on the topic. I firmly believe that forgiveness is a skill that every truly happy person has learned some degree of! IF you want to be Happy you know what to do....Forgive!
I like another perspective of forgiveness he covers. Something to think about! Excerpt below:
"But if ye forgive not men their trespasses, neither will your Father forgive your trespasses. [Matthew 6:14–15]"
"That our own forgivenss should be conditioned on forgiving others can be a hard doctrine, particularly if the sin against us is horribly wrong and out of all proportion to any harm we’ve ever committed. Even harder, the Lord has indicated in modern revelation that “he that forgiveth not his brother his trespasses standeth condemned before the Lord; for there remaineth in him the greater sin” (D&C 64:9).
This is a very strong statement: if we refuse to forgive, there remaineth in us the greater sin. How can this be? As I hope to explain, our salvation is conditioned on forgiving others because when we refuse to forgive, what we are really saying is that we reject, or don’t quite trust, the Atonement. And it is our acceptance of the Atonement that ultimately saves us."
"Why is it that we sometimes have trouble accepting the Atonement as recompense for the harms we suffer at others’ hands? My experience is that we can sometimes forget that the Atonement has two sides. Usually, when we think about the Atonement we focus on how mercy can satisfy the demands that justice would impose upon us.4 We are typically quicker to accept the idea that when we sin and make mistakes the Atonement is available to pay our debts."
"Forgiveness requires us to consider the other side of the Atonement—a side that we don’t think about
as often but that is equally critical. That side is the Atonement’s power to satisfy our demands of justice against others, to fulfill our rights to restitution and being made whole. We often don’t quite see how the Atonement satisfies our own demands for justice. Yet it does so. It heals us not only from the guilt we suffer when we sin, but it also heals us from the sins and hurts of others."
With the help of God, and through the power of Christ's perfect atonement ALL forgiveness is possible.
I think this scripture is a comparison between the imperfection of man and the perfection of Christ. Adam (or mankind)) are imperfect, but those imperfections can be swallowed up in the power of Christ's atonement. Nothing can be permanently wrong when we allow the mercy of the atonement to work it's cleansing miracles. Lives are repaired, and hearts are healed when we give our lives to Christ to be bound up in his perfect love, grace, and mercy.
How thankful I am for that reminder! Heavenly Father is in control of my life, and I give Him my heart willingly and completely--come sorrow, shame, or personal devastation, "For I am not ashamed of the gospel of Christ: for it is the power of God unto salvation to every one that believeth..." (Romans 1:16)
Please decide that from this moment forward that you will give God you will in all things. I promise you he will grant you special blessings if you do.
I was studying in the fascinating book, The Book of Mormon (Get your free copy at this link: https://www.mormon.org/free-book-of-mormon),
in Alma 50 recently, and I took notice of 2 small verses, which I had not
thought too long on before.
It reads:
Alma 50:30-31
And behold, they would have carried this plan into effect, (which would have
been a cause to have been lamented) but behold, Morianton being a man of much
passion, therefore he was angry with one of his maidservants, and he fell upon
her and beat her much.
And it came to pass that she fled, and came
over to the camp of Moroni, and told Moroni all things concerning the matter,
and also concerning their intentions to flee into the land northward.
You may wonder why I should
think very much of those two verses in Alma, but to me, there is a larger
story, which unfolds in those two verses.
I had several questions
as I studied the chapter several times. Here are a few questions- of many!
Why did this maid servant choose this time of leaving
Morianton to go to the "enemy" side, to report the schemes she
had learned during her work under Morianton?
Surely this maid had been beaten before, why did this
particular abuse cause her to run to Moroni?
Did God plant the idea to go tell Captain Moroni in this
maids thoughts, so that he could keep blessing his righteous people?
Was the maid’s only motivation to flee to Moroni,
driven only by spite or vengeance? Or something else?
What would give this woman the courage to go into the
camp of Moroni? Did this maid feel safe in going to Moroni?
Is it possible that Moroni’s righteous example had
preceded him? Had she long admired what she knew of Moroni?
Could she have at some point met him, or talked with
him and been impressed by the kindness that radiated from him?
Does this story have application in our lives?
I have taken some
artistic liberty and turned my story, as a way of answering a few questions I
had regarding the story. Completely accurate, or not, I think there
are some valid considerations to be made, regarding this seemingly simple story
about a maid.
I hope you will also
gather a few of your own insights, as you read my story below.
"Sophia's" Story by Christine
There
was woman, who was a maid to a very evil, and angry man. (We shall call this
nameless woman, Sophia) One night, Sophia's wicked master, Morianton became
very angry at her, and he
used his twisted and cruel energies and power to beat
up on her. When he drunkenly had finished his relentless injures, Sophia was
left in a heap of blood and pain.
In that heap, Sophia felt angry, yet
very foolish, for she had not slept the night prior and with exhausted
carelessness she had spilled the water, while helping prepare for a feast to be
held in his honor. This made Morianton very angry. (Morianton was a self-centered
and arrogant man, and he often had these feasts to celebrate himself, and his
intended victories against Moroni.)
Sophia wished she could have fought
him off of her, but despite being a strong woman, she was unable to fight
against a man of his size and strength.
Sophia had been a servant her entire
life. She was not accustomed to the comforts and ease, that women of wealth
enjoyed from their birth. For she was put to work from the time she learned to
walk. Her tasks began small, and simple, but grew to be very large and
important duties. She was not allowed time for idleness.
Sophia had strong sinuous muscles,
and a sharp mind, from having spent years quietly listening and learning from
those she waited upon day and night. Because of her skill and diligence, she
was always working in the most private of political schemings, and heard even
the most secret ploys. Though she was mistreated, she was nonetheless trusted
with confidential information.
Being beaten upon by Morianton, or
other men, was not a first, but it had never been as severe this time, and she
had reason to be afraid, because she had caused him injury as she fought
him.
When she was a safe distance from
the camp, and alone in the dark forest-she allowed herself a few moments to
weep bitterly. She did not know where to turn, because there would be no safety
for her, even if she returned to her parents, for Moriantun was a man of
cold-blooded wickedeness and revenge.
It was in those moments of
hopelessness that Sophia had a thought which seemed to give her mind and heart
a renewed glimmer of hope. She drew upon her hard-earned strength and
intelligence from her life experiences, and determined she would flee from any
future nights of suffering. She had wanted to leave before, but on this night
she felt compelled to escape this place of evil and danger.
Following that impression, she
clutched her ripped robes tightly around herself and she forced her body
forward, with a great deal of stumbling and agony, in a steadfast direction
toward the camp of Captain Moroni.
Sophia always smiled at the name of
Moroni, for she recalled a tender memory of his respect and kindness when
meeting him, when she was just a girl of 10. He was kind to her, and all those
around him, and although he was clearly a firm, and determined leader, she
sensed a softness in his voice and actions- which she had never seen in any man
before.
Oh, how she missed those happier
times, before the wars and contentions began to break out over possession of
lands. But Sophia slowed her weary step, as she allowed herself to worry that
maybe he had changed in those years since. Maybe he had hardened with the
threats and anger over who should have power of land and government.
But, she allowed herself to be led
by the light of that happy memory, and that
memory, as well as word of his
reputation, kept her moving forward in faith. Faith that she would be met just
as kindly as that childhood day, at a time when she felt such desperation.
Sophia took a less traveled
direction, so she would go unnoticed by guards that surrounded her camp, as
well as his. She felt the weight of loneliness as she traveled that perilous
path toward Moroni's home. She was careful as she journeyed, and did all she
could to avoid wild beasts, or the venemous snakes of the forest.
After a several hours, Sophia felt
relief, yet uncertain fear, as she came upon the camp of Captain Moroni. Her
thoughts were filled with worried questions. How would she locate Moroni in
such a large camp? And if she found him, would he listen to a female? Would he
believe her words, or call her an enemy?
Despite her fears Sophia inched
forward in the darkness. She took notice of the lights around the camp, and she
sat huddled near a tree, while she listened for some time, so that she could
distinguish conversations that might lead her toward Moroni.
She
was tired, and thirsty and her belly ached from hunger. And the sting of her
swollen, blackened eyes and swollen, cut lips added nothing to her comfort. She
finally mustered the courage to step out of the shadows, because there was a
boy who walked past, and she felt she might be safe with this youth. Or if not,
she felt sure she could successfully fight him, and escape potential danger.
With shaking voice, Sophia asked
this youth for water, as a test of his character. The energetic, pleasant boy
quickly procured water for her, from a nearby bucket. Sophia thanked him, then
in a whisper asked, "I must speak to Moroni, will you take me to him?"
The boy chided that Moroni could not
be seen, for he was busy making preparations of war and would not visit with
anyone. It was at those words, when a tear stung her cheek, and as she took a
step closer to the small torch he held, he finally observed that she was
injured. Something about her eyes, softened this youth, and he said, "I
will take you to Moroni."
Her frightening and tormented
sojourn toward Captain Moroni was rewarded by the kindness and goodness he
treated her with- just as she had remembered of him as a girl; except now, his
hair was grayed and his skin leathered with age.
An example of his kindness was
witnessed, even before he spoke directly to her- and before she had spoken
directly to him. For Moroni in his initial silence towards he, was quick to
call his maids to attend to her wounds with balms and wraps, and to feed her
aching stomach.
As Sophia was attended to, she gave
her message regarding her wicked master Morianton. When Moroni heard what she
had to say, his heart was filled with compassion towards her, for the courage
she displayed. And, though very kind with Sophia, a crease of vigilant concern
ran across Moroni’s brow, as he contemplated the lamentation that such a
stratagem as taking possession of the land Northward would mean to his
people.
Moroni's heart was raised to defense
and anger against Morianton. It was, for this cause, that Moroni speedily
excused himself from Sophia’s presence. He knew he must gather with the
brethren to determine a plan, and thus act quickly to halt the evil plans of
Morianton.
But before Moroni departed, all of
Sophia's initial fears were melted away by the gentle, kind-hearted compassion
he showed her, and his limited words toward her. He made arrangements with his
servants, for Sophia to be welcomed to her new home, among his people. Moroni
vowed he would not forget her faith in him, and as token of his gratitude for
her deliverance of words to help his people, Moroni took an oath that she would
be counted a true sister to him.
She would have a place of safety,
refuge, and a family. She need never again be concerned that she would be
mistreated, for here she would be treated with Godly respect and human dignity,
all the remaining days of her life.
Sophia felt that Moroni was grateful
for the words she had delivered to him, for they were to the benefit and
protection and liberty of his people- of which she was now included! And with
his final words that evening, Moroni was off in haste to fulfill his duties to
God, in defending liberty for generations yet to come.
As Sophia fell to sleep with a
glowing candle by her bedside, and soft bedding beneath her weary, aching body.
She knew her life was changing for the better. And though, she knew faintly of
Moroni's God, she was willing to accept this new life, because of the peace and
joy that welled up within her spirit-- a strong, life changing feeling, which
she had hitherto never known, nor ever before felt.
The next morning as Sophia awakened
to a soft beam of morning light upon her face through a nearby curtain, she
pleasantly discovered a savory breakfast had quietly been left on the table by
her bedside while she lay sleeping.
Across Sophia’s battered face there
came an assured and peaceful smile. She knew that life would still be laden
with challenges, but she took joyful consolation from the charity, strength and
valiance of Moroni. In her heart, Sophia silently vowed that she would give her
life in support of him, and in all of his noble efforts.
With renewed hope and strength,
Sophia placed her feet firmly upon the floor, and rose joyfully, for she knew
she had awakened to a new, and brighter day.
Sophia was home.
The end.
Christine
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Does this story have application in our lives?
Sophia’s story is very much like the untold stories of countless
thousands. There are, even at this time, men and women who walk a similarly
painful journey in this mortal experience. And often, the most painful
injuries are unseen. In their struggles they are beaten down in countless ways,
both physically and emotionally. Unlike “Sophia’s” story, those
stories (maybe even your own story) are generally kept secret and hidden in the
dark rooms, and back alleys of this world.
I wondered if this maid sought out Moroni because he was a beacon
of light in her dark existence. After all, here is this woman, who
has been beaten down to submission in her life. She probably
believes all, or most, of the lies she has been told by him. Lies
declaring that she is worth nothing. Lies denouncing that she could ever inherit
any good thing in this world, or the next. When in truth, you and I, and
this maid, all have the glorious of eternity available to us!
It is with that speculation, that I feel this
maid must have either known of Moroni’s example to others, or she personally
had seen his example in action. Either way, this maid was willing to
go to Moroni in her time of need. I am just guessing, but I think she could see
his radiance, and she was drawn to that.
I never thought much of example and influence,
as I do now at this point of my life, but I have come to understand that the
example of others can be profoundly impactful. I see now that a man or woman of
integrity and goodness, can aide in altering the lives of others in not just a
positive way, but also in and eternal way!
I know firsthand, that the example of righteous
people can be a beacon of light and goodness- which can help light the way
through the storms of life. I have often been blessed by the
stalwart example of others- and am so, even now.
If we look around, we will be able to find
examples to emulate. The ultimate example to follow is that of our Savior,
Jesus Christ. He was, and is, a perfect man in all regards. Jesus,
made no mistakes, and had a clear vision of His identity and purpose, and he is
the only gate, which lead leads us home to our Heavenly parents. The Savior is
the only way to eternal life.
We have also been blessed with the privilege of
prayer and scriptures. Heavenly Father has provided righteous men and women
upon this earth, to follow the Savior’s pattern of living.
According to the scriptures, there IS a true and
living prophet upon this earth. Currently, his name is Thomas S. Monson, and
when his time on earth is complete, another man of
righteousness will be
called.
There are other leaders, who are here to help
bless and direct the saints toward righteousness. These leaders
include, but are not limited to, stake presidents, bishops, elders quorum
presidents, relief society presidents, and many others.
More importantly, some leaders will never have a
prominent tittle, or any tittle at all! They may be a neighbor or a trusted
friend. But, in all cases, a true, good leader, and a righteous
example, will be someone who leads us to Christ.
·Several scriptures support this concept of how
we can identify what is good (And there are a LOT more, so go study and study
them out! :)
24 And behold, there were divers ways that he
did manifest things unto the children of men, which were good; and all
things which are good cometh of Christ; otherwise men were fallen,
and there could no good thing come unto them.
11 For behold, a bitter fountain cannot bring
forth good water; neither can a good fountain bring forth bitter
water; wherefore, a man being a servant of the devil cannot follow Christ; and
if he follow Christ he cannot be a servant of the devil.
13 But behold, that which is of God inviteth and
enticeth to do good continually; wherefore, every thing which
inviteth and enticeth to do good, and to love God, and to serve him, is
inspired of God.
Today, Heavenly Father led me to a talk, which, to me, seemed so ideal for my blog
post! I cuddled with my sweet 11-year old girl, who was home sick
from school today. I asked her what stuck out to her, and then I
discussed those points, and others, which had impacted me. My time
with my sweetheart, was a little bit of heaven on earth for me!
“Placed
around the world, temples have their own unique look and design on the outside,
but inside they all contain the same eternal light, purpose, and truth. In 1
Corinthians 3:16 we read, “Know ye not that ye are the temple of God, and that
the Spirit of God dwelleth in you?” We too as daughters of God have been placed
all around the world, like temples, and we each have our own unique look and
outward design, like temples. We also have a spiritual light within us, like
temples. This spiritual light is a reflection of the Savior’s light. Others
will be attracted to this brightness.”
“We
have our own roles on the earth—from daughter, mother, leader, and teacher to
sister, wage earner, wife, and more. Each is influential. Each role will have
moral power as we reflect gospel truths and temple covenants in our lives.”
More than
a hundred years ago, a well-known Protestant preacher, Dwight L. Moody, shared
a story of a ship trying to enter the Cleveland harbor on a very stormy night.
The
ship’s captain could see the bright light of the Cleveland harbor lighthouse.
However, the lower lights weren’t visible at all. The lower lights were the way
that ships identified the centerline of the safe entry to a harbor.
Because
the lower lights were not burning that night, the ship missed the entrance to
the harbor and crashed into rocks. Many lives were lost.
At the end of his sermon, Moody said, “Brethren, the Master will
take care of the great lighthouse; let us keep the lower lights burning.”27
One of
the members of Moody’s congregation that day was a man named Philip Paul Bliss,
a musician. Bliss was so inspired by the lesson in Moody’s sermon that he wrote
a hymn, which in our hymnbook is entitled “Brightly Beams Our Father’s Mercy.”
Many of you will be familiar with the hymn. All of you should be. With the
image of the lighthouse and these experiences in mind, listen to the first
verse of that hymn:
Brightly
beams our Father’s mercy From his lighthouse evermore, But to us he gives the keeping Of the lights along the shore.
Let the lower lights be burning; Send a gleam across the wave. Some poor fainting, struggling seaman You may rescue, you may save.28
The lighthouse of God’s love for His children is ever present and
never moving. Some people will see it and will be drawn to it, but they may not
know how to get to it. They will be looking for someone—some lower light—to
show them the safe passage to that light. Their feelings may be like those
found in a letter President Monson received from a less-active member of the
Church: “I know where the Church is, but sometimes I think I need someone
else to show me the way, encourage me, take away my fear, and bear testimony to
me.”29
There may be many around you in the places in which you stand who are in the
same position. They want to do what is right, they want to have greater peace
in their lives, and they want to come closer to God, but they are unsure of how
to do it. Your example may provide the lower lights they need to see
the safe passage. More may depend on your scripture study, prayer, and covenant
keeping than just your well-being. Others may be affected by your doing these
things as well
I feel genuine sorrow for those of you, who have
experienced any form of abuse. I can feel added empathy for the abused, because
I have experienced a life of it. I suppose that is why I can relate
to this maid. I have felt powerless, and afraid at these
times. I have felt the psychological effects of believing the lies
of my self-worth, and even still I must fight daily against believing the
labels of past or present falsehoods that people may try to label me as.
With all that said, I have been blessed by
taking responsibility for my personal efforts and righteousness. When I decided
to give my life to God, I learned that he really could make more out of my
life, than I could. In humbling myself before God, he was able to
perform miracles. Miracles I never imagined possible. Miracles that filled me
with hope in his greater vision.
My life is not perfect. But I am at grateful for
my blessings, and I am at peace within myself. Consequently,
miracles regularly occur in some very serious situations in my life. Heavenly
Father doesn’t smooth out all situations as we’d like, because God does not
take away the agency of any of us, His children. But God can help you smooth
out your spirit to be at peace, and he can help you to change unhealthy
thinking, into healthy thinking. Healthy thinking is at the core of trying to
live a righteous life.
As we sojourn through life, let us make sure we
choose good people, with noble and righteous desires to follow after. Let us
use care in the examples we follow.
Let us also make sure that we are a light for
others to follow, that we may help them to find a home with Christ.
Sincerely, Christine
P.S. My words today are of an especially
spiritual basis of finding a better way of living, but if you are in physical
danger, and harm, please escape that situation immediately.
Unlike the days of this maid, there were not the
resources of safety that can be found now. There are shelters,
police, and LDS church leaders, which can either help you, or who can help you
locate the help you need in your area.
YOU ARE A DIVINE CHILD OF
GOD.
NOW IS ALWAYS THE BEST
PLACE TO START YOUR NEW LIFE.
GOD FORGIVES, AND IS ALWAYS
WAITING TO RECEIVE YOU WITH OPEN ARMS.
IF YOU ARE NOT WHERE YOU
WANT, OR NEED TO BE, THEN TURN DOWN A NEW PATH, AND START A NEW AND BETT ER
JOURNEY FOR YOURSELF.
You have the strength to do all things, through
Christ! (Philippians 4:13)
