My Personal Witness: Hope

  

"Look unto Me in every thought; doubt not, fear not." That's what I heard in the most peaceful, soothing, comforting voice I have ever heard. I have never felt such peace and calm flood into my soul upon hearing someone's voice than I did in that moment. For a splendid, exhilarating moment, I forgot how much pain I was in. I have no other memory or recollection of anything else in the dream. I don't think the dream lasted for more than just a few seconds, really. I immediately awoke. I was back in my bed, pain washing over me in waves.

But I had hope. I had peace and comfort at the edge of my fingertips, waiting for me to grasp it firmly and hold it close. I had found my way out. Rather, it had been given to me. 

Because you see, that phrase is from a scripture that is very close to my heart. It means so much to me. It is found in Doctrine and Covenants 6:36. This is a scripture that was shared with me by one of my old bishops at Church when I was 12 years old, and quoted many times over since. It has always given me comfort. It has always helped me open my eyes a little and see things the way God sees them. 

God knew that. So did my Savior, Jesus Christ. I know that They heard my prayer. If there was any one way that They could answer me in my time of need in a way that I would not only recognize, but latch onto with all the hope and faith of my entire soul, it was that scripture. I know that God lives. I know He answers our prayers. 

But the matter still stood: regardless of any momentary comfort I was able to draw from the dream and that verse, my pain was not going away nor was I getting any better. But like I said, I had hope. And I had been given direction on how to pull myself out of what was happening then... with the Lord's help. I took that revelation of "Look unto Me in every thought; doubt not, fear not" literally. From the time that I awoke from that dream, every single thought was directed towards my Savior. I did one thing and one thing only: I pictured in my head every single image, painting, child's drawing, sketch, picture, rendering, statue, and sculpture of the Christ that I had ever seen in my entire life. 

Like this one.

And this one. 

Yep.

Who could forget this one?

Definitely this one. 

This one too

I thought of this one the most.

I ran through these things and more, over and over again, as many as I could think of. It was like a giant PowerPoint slideshow in my head. I was thinking of anything that would turn my thoughts to the Savior. I had this insane desire to hold on to those images and turn my thoughts to Christ; it was like I believed there was some special power in literally fulfilling the command to "look unto" Him. I had no other purpose or desire or want but to do so. And you know what? My heart changed. My heart softened. I was no longer scared, angry, bitter, or desperate. I didn't want to die anymore so as to wipe away the pain and suffering and anguish that I felt. There was hope and faith. Devotion and love for Christ. My heart was filled with longing to have Him there with me, in person, to hold me close and wipe away my tears and whisper in my ear that everything was going to be okay. And looking back, I know He was. 

I will say this, to make sure you understand: My pain did not go away. I was still in plenty of anguish. My chest still felt like it had a hot knife in it. I was definitely still sick. But I didn't have to go through it alone anymore. And I knew it. There was no doubt. My fear and doubt had been replaced with hope and faith and love. My pain was not taken away by any means, but that's fine with me. What was more important to me was that I receive comfort and strength to make it. That's all I wanted really, in the end. That's all I needed. And I got it. It came from my Savior Jesus Christ and His Atonement and my Heavenly Father. They increased my capacity to fight the pain and keep living, and They made sure that I knew that they were there for me. I don't believe that I would have lived had I not had that small taste of what the Atonement does for me when I did. I would not be here today if God didn't answer my prayers then and in the days that followed. I know this to be true. There is no doubt even to this day, no matter how many times people on the street have told me I'm crazy or wrong for believing what I believe. NO ONE can convince me that God isn't real or that He isn't my Father and loves me, or that Jesus is not the Christ. NO ONE can tell me that Christ didn't suffer for not only my sins, but my pains and afflictions as well so that I would have someone to comfort me in moments like this. You can't do it. It's impossible now. I have been given a personal witness of such truths by God Himself. 

And the story doesn't end here. You have no idea what's coming next. There are more miracles to come. But for now, think on the things that I have shared. Ponder the truths that I have declared and meditate on how they might apply to your own life and your own experiences. You may have had moments like this before in your own life; you may even be going through such moments right now, today. Think about that. Pray about it. 

As for the rest of the story... keep reading as I keep writing. 

My Personal Witness: Pain

I slept a lot those first couple of days. I took a lot of medicine too. I did everything I could to make sure that I got better soon. I didn't want to miss out on anything; the work that I do as a missionary is too important to be sidelined for any amount of time. But my fever wouldn't break and I wasn't getting any better nor any worse really. I was just.... sick. I didn't get it. 

Then sometime during the evening/night of Monday, April 18th, I started getting worse. Much worse. My fever steadily began to climb and sometime around midnight it peaked at 104.8. My chills got worse. I was sweating like mad. My body was aching and the slightest bump or movement was like dragging hooks across my body. My chest was radiating pain from the epicenter of the infection and outward into the rest of my body. That was probably the worst part: the waves of pain that started in my chest and spread into every inch of my body. I also developed a scarlet fever rash along with all of this, making my hands and feet swell up and my skin turn this bright reddish splotchy color and it itched like poison ivy, poison oak, and itching powder all rolled into one. If I itched, it hurt. If I didn't itch, it hurt. If I moved, it hurt. If I didn't move, it still hurt. I was throwing up and I couldn't walk to the bathroom on my own. It was frightening and maddening and it didn't seem to end. 

As my pain increased and my fever hovered at the 105 threshold, I started to get really scared. I was taking my meds, but things were only getting worse! And as they did, my mind started wondering what was really wrong with me. But pretty soon, it didn't matter what I was thinking because my pain became so bad that I began to float in and out of cognizance. Starting sometime early Tuesday morning, I lost track of time, place, and anything else you might think of. I honestly don't remember anything but the pain and the fear; pain that obliterated just about any thought or understanding of the world around me, and fear that I was worse off than I had any clue of. The pain in my chest was like a knife, and all I wanted was for it all to stop. I was walking the edge of something between sanity and an endless drop. I don't say that to be all dramatic. I'm not a dramatic person. I can say that because in those 48 hours or so of not knowing anything but pain and fear and absolutely nothing else and seeing no end to it all, I actually wanted to die. That has been and will be the only time in my entire life that I have ever wanted to die and thought of how nice it would be for it all to go away and be found somewhere on the other side as long as it wasn't where I was at the time. I wasn't suicidal, but I remember praying that God would just let me slip away into darkness so that the pain would be gone. I remember asking for it all to be over. I remember that, and it scares the heck out of me... even now. 

Yes, the pain was that bad. I was jumping back and forth between wanting death and wanting life, seeking healing and seeking closure, crying for peace and crying for oblivion. I was praying to God for all of these things, but the pain wouldn't stop. I started to question God's existence. How could He let me suffer so? How could He, in good conscience and in true love for me, let something like that happen? Why wouldn't he answer my prayers? When was it going to stop? Why wouldn't He heal me or at the very least just end it all? I was scared, then angry, then lost in my pain and not feeling anything but the pain, and repeat the process all over again. I didn't know what to do. I was praying and screaming my guts out on the inside, and there was no reply. 

Finally, I just got so tired of trying that I quit praying for help and let the pain wash over me and float me off into a fitful, pain ridden sleep. And while I slept, I dreamed. In that dream, I could hear a voice. A voice of perfect mildness. A voice of peace and hope and comfort. 

It said, "Look unto Me in every thought; doubt not, fear not."

My Personal Witness: The Context

So the experience that I have wanted to share the most during this whole blogging experience is one that has touched many different lives other than my own. I have been thinking a lot about this one single, long journey the most of all of my experiences on my mission lately, because just about a week ago I hit the year anniversary since it all went down and started, and also because I have to live with the effects of it every single day and for the rest of my life. I have literally begun measuring time since this event; I will never be the same again.

Lemme 'splain and lay out the context for y'all. Just for y'all's information, right about NOW it starts getting personal. You'll see what I mean. About a month before I left for my mission (July 28th, 2010) I had a minor surgery on my chest. The surgeon removed a small cyst from behind my right nipple and just under the skin. Yes, I said nipple. Now get over it ha. This cyst was not cancerous, malignant, life threatening, or in any way a serious problem. More than anything, it was just an annoyance and a little painful. It was about the size of a quarter. I wanted it removed just so I wouldn't have to worry about it at all ever again and especially not while on my mission. It was a simple outpatient surgery. I was in at 8 a.m. and home by noon. I had a drain in there for a couple days, then they removed it, I healed up in about a week, and all was hunky dory from there and I left for my mission with no concerns whatsoever about my health. I had just come off of a year swimming on scholarship for Brigham Young University and I had never felt better in my whole life, physically or spiritually. I was leaving on my mission. What was there to really worry about? At the time, there wasn't.

Fast forward 8 months later. I'm serving in Woodland with Elder Van Gilder. I'd been there for nearly two full transfers. Things were going great. We were working hard and teaching well and I was having the best time of my mission so far. I felt the Spirit on a daily basis and my relationship with Heavenly Father was stronger than ever and I had no reason to believe that anything might go wrong.

It was the beginning of April 2011, and we had just helped move one of the families we were teaching into a new home. For some reason about that same time my chest (and specifically the area around where the surgery had taken place) began to swell, become sensitive, and drain fluid from the scar itself. I didn't really know what to do, so I cleaned it and dressed it and left it at that. Then a couple days later, I woke up feeling really sick. Flu type symptoms: vomiting, diarrhea, fever, sweats, chills, sensitive skin and muscle achyness. My fever was simmering around 101 or 102 and I felt horrible. Luckily, a local bishop in the Church also happened to be a doctor (for those of you who aren't members of my Church, there are no paid clergy of any kind. Everyone serves voluntarily in the Church at all levels to which they may be called as well as providing for themselves with their own work) and I went to him for a check up [Miracle #1: I was able to get to initiatory medical attention easily and quickly]. His name is Dr. John Bringhurst, and he is one of the most intelligent and scholarly men I have ever met. [Miracle #2: The medical attention I received came from one of the most qualified doctors I have ever known, and it was definitely not coincidence that I had just been assigned to the same area where he lived a couple months before this all began]. As I was describing my symptoms, he seemed confused. Had I had any contact with anyone that was likewise sick lately? No. Had I recently developed some sort of topical infection in a cut or wound? Bingo. I showed him my chest, he took one look at it and said, "Yep, that's an infection. You don't have the flu or anything like that. Your body is acting the way it is because it is fighting whatever infection you have in your chest there." He prescribed me some antibiotics and told me to get rest; I would be fine in just a few days if I got sufficient rest, fluids, and took all my meds as prescribed. I went home feeling comforted and confident that I would be okay and I would only be down for 5 days more at the most. This first day of being sick was Saturday, April 16th, 2011. I saw Dr. Bringhurst the day I got sick and got my meds that same day as well. I thought for sure that I would be back to the ol' grindstone by the following Wednesday.

Boy was I wrong.

My Personal Witness: Introduction

I have been thinking a lot lately. I don't have a very long time left as a missionary. There are many things that unfortunately remind me of this fact: getting my pink slip in the mail (the piece of paper that tells you that you have 3 months left and asks you which airport you are flying home to. Seattle, by the way), my parents telling me I have 100 days or less left in my most recent email home (Momma, you didn't make me trunky. Pinky promise. Please don't take this the wrong way ha), and having to sign up for housing and classes at college this coming fall.

As I have pondered the short amount of time that I have left, I have felt an incredible and ever increasing desire to daily share my personal witness of the things that I know to be true: Jesus Christ lives, He is my Savior; the Book of Mormon is the Word of God; Joseph Smith was a prophet; God is my loving Heavenly Father; things like that. Every single day feels like from the time I wake up to the time I go to sleep that I need to find someone to share my testimony with. ANYONE.

I have also been pondering some of the most incredible life lessons that I have learned while I have served as a missionary, as well as the earth-shattering difference that my experiences as a missionary have made when it comes to the strength of my testimony. So in pondering these two subjects, and knowing very clearly that they go hand-in-hand, I have decided to post a blog about one or two of the most incredible experiences of my mission and by extension my lifetime. These experiences have changed my life; I am not the same person that walked into the Missionary Training Center 21 months ago. These experiences are sacred to me, and I hope that you feel that and respect that. I would not be sharing such things with you if I had not had the impression time and time again from the Holy Spirit to share them, for I know that my words (in some small way) carry the power of personal witness received directly from God through the power of that same Spirit. Many of the truths I declare in these next couple of blog posts will be things that no doubt you have already heard from others who share similar testimonies to mine. However, because of the experiences that I have had, I have made words that seem to be from another my very own. I have internalized them and made them a part of me and who I am.

I pray that as I share these things with you that you will feel the power and influence of the Holy Spirit of God. I pray that that same Spirit will testify of the truth of my words to you and strengthen your own personal testimony of these things. I pray that your hearts may be touched with the love of God and His Son Jesus Christ, our Lord and Savior. I also pray that you enjoy reading about my experiences; I want these next few blog posts to be spiritually powerful, and as far from boring as possible, but understand that there is going to be a feeling of reverence and solemnity here as well.

Essentially, my attempt here is to use my own personal testimony and the personal experiences that made it what it is today my very own blogging version of Michelangelo's David or Leonardo Da Vinci's Mona Lisa; something that evokes such strong emotions in the human soul as to leave no doubt as to the true source of such greatness: GOD. I love you all so much. Thank you for reading and keeping up with my blog. Enjoy :)

Living Waters

I love the story from the New Testament that this video portrays. I have studied this exchange between the Savior and the Samaritan Woman so many times, and every time I do it teaches me something new. I feel the Spirit especially strong when he talks to her about living waters. That's what I want: to drink deeply from the living waters of the Gospel of Jesus Christ and never thirst again. Never thirst for love, for comfort, for strength, for peace. That is what Christ offers each and every one of us. Enjoy the video!
PS- The text in the New Testament that this video is taken from originally can be found in the Gospel of John, 4th Chapter.

The Voice of God

I sit in a pew
I ponder questions and circumstances
That have troubled my soul for days, weeks, months.
I have this moment to myself,
silent witness to my own personal spiritual turbulence.
There is no speaking in this chapel,
to do so would violate
the unspoken decree of reverence at this time,
That moment in time just before the Lord speaks.

I feel transported in time
Back, back, back
to moments when multitudes waited
at the foot of
Mt. Sinai, The Mount of Beatitudes,
at the entrance to Jerusalem.
I am one in that multitude
spread across a hill or a cobblestone street back then,
In chapels, homes, and meetinghouses across the world now
To be here, in this moment, just before the Lord speaks.

God speaks to Man doesn't he?
Doesn't He love us?
Isn't that why He sent His Son?
He spoke then,
why not now?
For this reason I have come to this place
Now, then, across streams of time and generations
of people.
Hungering, asking, seeking.
To know and have my questions answered by the voice of God.

The moment ends.
The reverence is broken.
The session begins, the prophet descends from Sinai
to the pulpit.
God's Word on his lips and the Spirit
bearing record.
The tablets of the law shine eternally bright
through these corridors of time;
their words in full affect now as then.
God does still speak to Man.
My heart is at peace and I recognize

The Voice of God.

Cloud 999

There have been many times in my life when I have asked myself, "Self, could life get any better than it is right now? Could you really beat your own record for happiness in one single day? Is that even possible?" and I answer emphatically, "NO WAY MAN! This is Cloud 9 bruthah! This is fo' realz!". Yeah, the conversation really goes like that....

But seriously, I have had times in my life where I wonder how things could possibly get better. How things could become even happier and well run and awesome than they already are. And so I tell myself "no it can't" and I just keep going.

And then the Lord opens my eyes a little bit. He places a little drop of Celestial Glory on my brow and wipes my eyes clean and says one simple word: LOOK.

And then I see it. I see His Benevolent Hand everywhere. I see miracle after miracle after miracle. I turn every which way and examine my life as presently constituted; I study it, take it apart, analyze it, put it back together in different ways to see what happens. And thus, I stand corrected. LIFE CAN GET BETTER. IT DOES GET BETTER. Often. Every day. In every waking moment. And I ask myself the same question: "How is this possible? How is the Lord so good to me? How can this get any better or improve in even the slightest way?". In fact, I have asked myself this question so often after being blessed so many times and awed and astounded by such blessings that I attempted to figure out truly why. There is a scripture that I think proves very instructive on the subject....

"For behold, thus saith the Lord God: I will give unto the children of men line upon line, precept upon precept, here a little and there a little; and blessed are those who hearken unto my precepts, and lend an ear unto my counsel, for they shall learn wisdom; for unto him that receiveth I will give more; and from them that shall say, We have enough, from them shall be taken away even that which they have."

2 Nephi 28:30

It is this attitude described in the verse above that we must take in order to continue being blessed with an outpouring of love so great we sometimes don't fully understand it. I have come to know this is true. Why? How? Because looking back (seeing as how hindsight is almost always 20/20) on those times when I was so overwhelmingly blessed as to prompt such thoughts as I have described, I realize that along with those thoughts and having my eyes opened to the great goodness of the Lord I was filled with humility and gratitude. Such humility and gratitude in rendering the glory and honor to the Lord for His multiplicity of blessings in my behalf qualifies me for further blessing and love. It made my heart open and receptive. I was willing to accept the great blessings the Lord had in store for me, for which He Himself was always willing to bestow upon me as long as I was willing to receive.

Brothers and Sisters, the Lord is good to us. Our Father in Heaven loves us. Jesus Christ lives, and so does our Heavenly Father. They have a direct hand in our lives; they interfere for our benefit. Always. As long as we are willing to accept the extended hand. I know this to be true. In the name of Jesus Christ, Amen.

Father to Son Talk

[Child]
I have chosen to go to Earth
To show you my Father,
What I can do.
But I am afraid. I know what I will face.
I'll go through pain and sorrow
When I'm sent down to that place.

[Heavenly Father]
Oh, my sweet Child,
Peace be to You.
You'll face this only a while.
With faith you'll make it through.

Remember this:
I will always love You.
And I will send My Son down to die for You.
Look to Me, I'll always be beside You.
Remember this, until we meet again, 'til then.
'Til then.

[Heavenly Father]
I've raised You as my Child.
And taught You oh so well.
If you heed to what I've taught You,
You can make it through.

Remember this:
I will always love you.
And I will send My Spirit down to guide you.
Look to Me, I'll always be beside You.
Remember this, until we meet again,'til then.
'Til then.....

Life's Test

"The greatest battle of life is fought within the silent chambers of your own soul."
-President David O. McKay

A prophet of the Lord said the above statement. How true it is! Have you ever truly considered how important your soul is? Have you ever considered what forces are attempting to garner your attention and persuade you to side with them? Though you may feel completely alone in this world - insignificant, small, unnoticed, forgotten - you are far from it. Your soul is of immortal and eternal worth to your Father in Heaven; His work and His glory is YOU. And then of course there is the adversary. He wants nothing more than your misery and unhappiness. He will do anything to bring you down with him.

So understanding that, imagine then how truly important it is that we fight the greatest battle this life has to throw at us (the one we fight within ourselves) with the Lord on our side. We are involved in the most titanic conflict ever; we are the soldiers, the generals, the perpetrators, and the spoils. We must make every choice count. Every thought and desire is precious ammo with which we arm ourselves and ultimately signal which side we are truly on. There is no fence-sitting in this conflict. There is no neutrality nor apathy. We are "free to choose liberty and eternal life, through the great Mediator of all men, or to choose captivity and death, according to the captivity and power of the devil" (2 Nephi 2:27). But we must make a choice, and it is always our choice. 

This understanding might be a bit overwhelming. I know sometimes I feel that way. But the ultimate comfort is that despite all of this pressure and importance placed upon us and our decisions, we can come out on top no matter what if we make just a few simple choices.

First: Choose faith and discipleship in the Lord Jesus Christ. He is our Captain and our King. He will never lead us astray. He will lead us by the hand through the hailstorm of spiritual bullets and cannon fire. Trust Him and His power to lead you right and proper through all the battlefields of your own soul and the world we live in. 

Second: Found your life on the little things that influence us for good because they bring the Spirit of the Lord into our hearts. Prayer. Scripture study. A clean and righteous life. Service to others. Pure desires. Keeping the Sabbath Day holy. Following the counsel of the prophets. These small things can build a sure foundation upon which, once we are builded, we can never fall.

Three: Keep our covenants. There is power found within the promises we make the Lord at baptism and inside of His holy temples. As we keep our side of the bargain, the Lord keeps His. He blesses us and endows us with power.

These are just three examples of the kinds of choices we can make in order to forge an impenatrable armor with which we may pass Life's Test with flying colors. This I know. I have seen it in my own life. I know our Savior lives, and loves us. He is always there to guide us. I bear testimony of these things in the sacred name of the Eternal Captain of my soul, Jesus Christ. Amen.

A song that might help y'all

I know I haven't blogged in a while. My bad. I won't lie, sometimes I find it hard to think of something to blog about that is length appropriate, applies to missionary work and my calling as a missionary, and is interesting for y'all to read. I won't pretend that I am supah good at this whole blogging thing. So today to kinda get myself back into the swing of things I am just going to post the lyrics to a hymn that has always helped me through tough times. This hymn has always given me comfort when I needed it; I can always sing it in my head or to myself out loud when I feel down. This hymn fills me with the love of my Savior and helps me remember what He did for me. This hymn may be familiar to some of you, and it may not be. Either way, the words are inspiring and uplifting. Hope y'all enjoy!

Come, ye disconsolate, where'er ye languish;       
Come to the mercy seat, fervently kneel.
Here bring your wounded hearts; here tell your anguish.    
Earth has no sorrow that heav'n cannot heal.

Joy of the desolate, Light of the straying,        
Hope of the penitent, fadeless and pure!
Here speaks the Comforter, tenderly saying:   
"Earth has no sorrow that heav'n cannot cure."

Here see the Bread of Life; see waters flowing   
Forth from the throne of God, pure from above.
Come to the feast of love; come, ever knowing  
Earth has no sorrow but heav'n cannot remove.

Come, Ye Disconsolate #115
Hymns of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints

Miracles

God is a God of miracles. I know this to be true. If you have any doubts as to the truth of this statement, read on. Lemme break it down for ya.

So this past week I was transferred from The Hub (Santa Rosa. Center of the Mission. Mission Headquarters located here. You get the idea) to a place up north called Ukiah (Gateway to Marijuana Country. Small town lifestyle. As far north as Spanish Missionaries in our mission get sent. NEVER BEEN THERE BEFORE). I have no knowledge of the area. No knowledge of the people. I arrived with another missionary as my companion, who has also never been there before and is just as listless as I am when it comes to missionary work in the area. All we have heard is that the people are nice, but the work is hard. Finding people is hard. Teaching people and helping them overcome addictions and vices is nigh impossible.

We arrive and we walk into our new apartment. We are fully expecting notes and suggestions, tips and advice, an organized apartment, and some solace in what the previous missionaries have left behind.

WRONG. The place is trashed. There is very little tips, advice, help, what have you, left behind. Nearly none, really. We have ZERO things set up for us to do throughout the rest of the week. Great. Awesome. Spectacular.

Would rather have shards of glass in my eyes.

And then I remember why I'm there. Why I have volunteered to go through this kind of thing. Why I am willing to put up with this kind of stuff and move forward and trust in the Lord to make things right as I trust in Him and exercise my faith.

Because I love my brothers and sisters I have been called to serve (that includes YOU), and they need what I have. They need to know that the message I carry in the name of Jesus Christ is true. They need it more than anything else. This message will change their lives.

So me and my companion go to work. We cleanse the inner vessel first (cleaning the apartment and organizing ourselves) and then we plan our first day. All we have to go off of is a list of names.We really don't know much else. So all we had planned to do was visit people, tell them we were the new missionaries in town, that we were here to serve them and help them grow closer to Jesus Christ, and see what happened. More than anything, we resolved to go forth and trust in the Lord the whole way. Otherwise nothing was gonna happen.

So we did just that. Nothing more. We trusted in God and His power to open doors and paths for us, and then we went out and worked. And you know what?

Miracles flowed from Heaven. Every single door every single day was opened to us. Everyone either invited us inside then and there or they said to come back within one or two days, and the appointments held. No one ditched. No one cancelled. Everyone wanted us to come back. The Spirit of God led and guided us to find people who are readily accepting and receptive to the message. People's lives are being changed on a daily basis. People are coming closer to Christ. They are changing for the better. They have felt the Spirit and the love of God for them. They are happier than ever before in their lives.

And we didn't really do a whole lot. The Lord did it all. I mean, COME ON! We're two twenty-ish young men with no prior knowledge of nothing and no one in the area and we definitely have no direction as to how we should be going about doing our work, and it comes. The Lord opens doors. He changes hearts. He drops people practically into our laps! Nothing else but the power of God and the miracles He blessed us with could have done that.We of ourselves were practically powerless to change the face of the area by ourselves. We're in the middle of Marijuana Madness for Pete's sake! Nobody should be willing to listen to us; even less let us in and then act on the message that we share! But they did. It happened, and it keeps on happening.

Like I said, God is a God of miracles.

An Imperfect Tool in Perfect Hands

I have a confession to make to y'all. Right here. Right now. In front of everyone and the Internet. This is where we get down to the nitty gritty. Where I lay it all down on the table. No holds barred. Y'all ready?

I am not a perfect person. In fact, I have a lot of flaws.

This may come as a surprise to some of you. Actually, I know it doesn't. It's pretty obvious to the casual observer. I'm so far from perfect I need a map and a guide to get there.

And that's kinda what I wanted to talk about. See, I have been thinking a lot lately about how the Lord uses imperfect tools (namely me) to bring to pass His holy purposes. One of my favorite scriptures goes like this:
19 The weak things of the world shall come forth and break down the mighty and strong ones, that man should not counsel his fellow man, neither trust in the arm of flesh—

20 But that every man might speak in the name of God the Lord, even the Savior of the world;

21 That faith also might increase in the earth;

22 That mine everlasting covenant might be established;

23 That the fulness of my gospel might be proclaimed by the weak and the simple unto the ends of the world, and before kings and rulers.

24 Behold, I am God and have spoken it; these commandments are of me, and were given unto my servants in their weakness, after the manner of their language, that they might come to understanding.

25 And inasmuch as they erred it might be made known;

26 And inasmuch as they sought wisdom they might be instructed;

27 And inasmuch as they sinned they might be chastened, that they might repent;

28 And inasmuch as they were humble they might be made strong, and blessed from on high, and receive knowledge from time to time.

(Doctrine & Covenants 1:19-28)

So I know that that scripture reference was kinda long. But I hope you saw what I see. IT'S OKAY TO BE IMPERFECT. Heavenly Father has a perfect plan for each and every one of His children, and He is always willing to lift us when we are down, to mold us and shape us when we need it and allow it, and to propel us to greater heights than we have ever previously seen. I know that it's okay to be imperfect and that the Lord will still use us for His mighty and holy purposes to bless our lives and the lives of others because that's what He is doing with me. I'm a full-time missionary representing His Church and His Son Jesus Christ, but I am far from perfect. And yet I have been witness to miracles that have changed people's lives; not because of my own talents and abilities to provide such miracles myself, but because the Lord used me in His Hands to bring about such miracles. It was all His doing, I was just the imperfect tool in Perfect Hands. We can all enjoy such blessings and witness such miracles. Simply do the best you can to be your best self and He will use you despite any inherent weaknesses or flaws that you might have.