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A Route for Love to Travel

“Corrie,” he began instead, “do you know what hurts so very much? It’s love. Love is the strongest force in the world, and when it is blocked that means pain. “There are two things we can do when this happens. We can kill the love so that it stops hurting. But then of course part of us dies, too. Or, Corrie, we can ask God to open up another route for that love to travel. “God loves Karel—even more than you do—and if you ask Him, He will give you His love for this man, a love nothing can prevent, nothing destroy. Whenever we cannot love in the old, human way, Corrie, God can give us the perfect way.”

I did not know, as I listened to Father’s footsteps winding back down the stairs, that he had given me more than the key to this hard moment. I did not know that he had put into my hands the secret that would open far darker rooms than this—places where there was not, on a human level, anything to love at all. I was still in kindergarten in these matters of love. My task just then was to give up my feeling for Karel without giving up the joy and wonder that had grown with it. And so, that very hour, lying there on my bed, I whispered the enormous prayer:

“Lord, I give to You the way I feel about Karel, my thoughts about our future—oh, You know! Everything! Give me Your way of seeing Karel instead. Help me to love him that way. That much.” And even as I said the words I fell asleep.

Boom, Corrie Ten; Elizabeth Sherrill; John Sherrill (2006-01-01). The Hiding Place (p. 61). Baker Publishing Group. Kindle Edition.

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“On the eve of his people’s horrifying destruction, Mormon fully realizes that there is no hope of his people turning back to God—yet still, he loves them “according to the love of God which was in me, with all my heart… nevertheless… without faith” (Mormon 3:12 and 5:2). And such is how God loves. In Enoch’s glimpse of God weeping, Enoch sees God love in naked vulnerability. It is love in the face of absolute loss. Love that bows to the agency of the Other, but does not break; rather, it draws. God the Father weeps out of love for his children and unfathomable pain at their suffering, and Christ the Son’s vulnerable, broken body lifted up on the cross has the power to “draw all men” unto himself —but not the guarantee ( 3 Nephi 27:14-15).”  Mormonism and the Dilemma of Tragedy

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Overwhelmed

This is the song right now people.  This is the song.  Please listen to it as you read.

Today was good.  Today was hard.  So hard.  I got something. I figured something out.  But now I have to go about doing it.  And I honestly do not know what the “doing” looks like.  I know in the end all will be beautiful but the process of “getting” to that space will be painful.  And I am scared .  Scared of the unknown and the vulnerability that takes place inside of me.

At the same time I am overwhelmed at the goodness and grace of God and friends.  Heavenly Father is answering prayers.    I read today that sincere prayer is always answered sometime, somewhere.  And I am choosing to believe this.  That all of my prayers that I have prayed are still in effect.  That sometimes it takes time to move a mountain but mountains will move.

Heavenly Father, I want to be good.  I want to be kind.  I want to be believing.  I desire to have a faithful heart . To love my brothers and sisters in the manner you would have me.  I want to live in your will.  I want to let go  of what you would have me let go of.  Please, please help me to let go and help me to hang on.

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Day 574

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Thank you Jesus for making each day new.  Thank you for my restoration, a work in progress.  Thank you for thinking me worthy of such sacrifice and dedication.  Thank you for teaching me to wait upon You.

Heavenly Father, thank You for Your Son.  Thank you for giving Him to the world,  for my brother and my sister.  For my mom and my dad.  For the stranger and the friend. For me.  Even me.  Thank You for letting me experience the low so I can more fully experience Your grace lifting me high.

Thank You for never giving up on me  or abandoning me in my weakness.  Thank You for your continual forgiveness when I repeat the same mistake over and over and over.

Thank you for the priesthood in my life.  For men who strive to be worthy to use it.  For blessings and listening ears.  For council and concern.  For encouragement and speaking truth.

Thank You for hugs and positive human contact.  Thank you for BROTHERHOOD and my sweet sisters.  My sisters save my life.  Thank you for caring words and open hearts that invite me in and keep me warm.

Thank you for your promises.  I am desperately striving to hang on to them and actively choosing to trust You and Your Son.

Your Son.  My Brother.  Oh how I love Him.

Thank you for the calm in the middle of my storm today.  Thank you for the peace that settled over my mind and body.  Thank you for honoring my fast that I broke early because it was the right choice for me.  Thank you for the naps.  Thank you for the  summer air that was fresh and not too hot today.  Thank you for the beautiful place in which I live.

I want to be close to You.  Always.  That is what I want.  I want to be like You.  To live like You.  To love like You.  To trust and care and give like You do.

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