The kids are quiet - tucked in bed. Jhonny hasn't woken up from his nap and knowing how he's stayed up late almost every night last week - he's probably out for the night as well. So I'm here alone - listening to some beautiful music on kzion.com and reflecting upon my beautiful Sunday.
It was kind of a change from the norm for me. I missed my regular meetings as I dealt with what a counselor might call a crisis situation. It's been a while since I've had to rely on my counseling skills. It was like putting on a familiar pair of gloves.
It's ironically an amazing experience to watch someone go from dispair to hope in minutes as you point out what they are blinded to but desperately want to believe and just need someone to affirm and reaffirm to them with more confidence than they feel in themselves at the moment.
Most importantly I have such a testimony of the atonement. It doesn't matter WHAT has occured, or will occur in someone's life - no matter how horrific, the atonement covers it ALL. There is healing in HIS wings. There is a balm in Gilead. HIS love is amazing. HIS understanding is incredible. We are SO blessed to have a knowledge of Christ's atoning sacrifice on our behalf and that through it, we may be healed of our wounds, forgiven for our worst or most petty sins, and comforted of our affirmities and trials.
Perhaps because of my simple faith in this miraculous gift, I know that there is hope for anything. I remember once as I listened to yet another unbelievable story, I thought I was stumped and I wouldn't be able to find it - and in that moment inspiration came from above. Even in a seemingly impossible situation, the Lord showed me there was hope - a way out.
I'm convinced that if we so choose it, there is ALWAYS hope. And because I know this - not just believe it, but know it, I don't mind putting on those gloves or wearing that hat. There is nothing more upsetting than knowing someone might not be able to find the hope when I might have helped turn their heart in the right direction.
I love my Savior. Where would we be without Him? Sundays are so nice. I love leaving the world behind and just being here, listening to music about the Savior and feeling the peace and comfort of the Spirit all around with no interference from TV or other worldly distractions. I LOVE SUNDAYS! Don't you? Ahhh. I wish everyone could feel this way.
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