The Great Healer

Ever since the pivotal moment in my youth where I had an undenying witness that Jesus is the Christ and He loves me, I have never doubted. Pulled myself away, yes, but never, ever denied His miraculous love and healing power.

His love is unconditional, and the miracle of His atonement reaches every aspect of every life.

The events of my youth were traumatic and heartbreaking. Add to that the additional choices I made that were not in line with what I was taught, and I had a serious need for the grace and forgiveness of God.

And I got it. It was a long road, and it a was hard, but because I went through those things and experienced both the gift of forgiveness and the weight and burden of my grief and anger lifted, I truly came to know the love of Jesus Christ.

He healed my heart. He blessed me with amazing people to help fill the hole in my heart. Especially my amazing husband.

He also took me by the hand and gave me the strength to repent of the sin I was committing.

In the Book of Mormon, Alma 26:17 uses one of my very favorite words in the scriptures: Who could have supposed that our God would have been so merciful as to have snatched us from our awful, sinful, and polluted state?

Mosiah 27:29 uses it again: My soul hath been redeemed from the gall of bitterness and bonds of iniquity. I was in the darkest abyss; but now I behold the marvelous light of God. My soul was racked with eternal torment; but I am snatched, and my soul is pained no more.

That word “snatched” is a powerful word. It makes me think of a child in a perilous situation and a parent grabbing them just before they fall off a cliff or sink under the water.

I’ve had this visual for a while now of Satan circling us like a shark, waiting for the slightest sign of weakness, to drag us down into the dark and murky waters the first chance he gets.

But when I read these scriptures, I know that if we just look up, His hand is outstretched, waiting to pull us to the light.
He’s so close. He’s ALWAYS there.

We had our ward conference this weekend and our stake president said, “Repentance works every time.”

I know that is true. From the experiences and follies of my youth to, more recently, feeling a call to repentance about my prayers, I have felt the miracle, peace, and love of forgiveness.

Especially as I’ve changed my praying habits and made an effort to be more open and consistent, I have felt an immediate and amazing change. The relationship I once had with my father has returned so quickly. He had the blessings waiting for me. I just had to make the effort.

Since Hymns speak to me, I’ll share this Hymn with you that touched my heart this weekend.

I know that my Redeemer lives.
What comfort this sweet sentence gives!
He lives, he lives, who once was dead.
He lives, my ever-living Head.
He lives to bless me with his love.
He lives to plead for me above.
He lives my hungry soul to feed.
He lives to bless in time of need.

He lives to grant me rich supply.
He lives to guide me with his eye.
He lives to comfort me when faint.
He lives to hear my soul’s complaint.
He lives to silence all my fears.
He lives to wipe away my tears.
He lives to calm my troubled heart.
He lives all blessings to impart.

He lives, my kind, wise heav’nly Friend.
He lives and loves me to the end.
He lives, and while he lives, I’ll sing.
He lives, my Prophet, Priest, and King.
He lives and grants me daily breath.
He lives, and I shall conquer death.
He lives my mansion to prepare.
He lives to bring me safely there.

He lives! All glory to his name!
He lives, my Savior, still the same.
Oh, sweet the joy this sentence gives:
“I know that my Redeemer lives!”
He lives! All glory to his name!
He lives, my Savior, still the same.
Oh, sweet the joy this sentence gives:
“I know that my Redeemer lives!”

I do know that my Redeemer lives. I feel His love and power in my life, giving me strength and hope everyday.

He has healed me.

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