christ joy

Have hope so deeply rooted in Christ, so that when the world falls apart around you, you can still stand with your feet firmly on the ground. Trust in Jesus with your whole heart, not just part of it. Our hope is in the One who, unlike anyone or anything in this world, will never fail you. What I find to be even more beautiful about hoping and trusting in the Lord, is that when pain and heartache becomes a reality for those around you, they’ll be searching for comfort and peace. You know the One who brings joy and comfort. They will look at your life and wonder why your hope is unwavering, and why you are at such peace in this crazy world. He will use these things to speak to others. Trusting in God comes with so many blessings that affect not only your life, but everyone around you.

Holey. Wholly. Holy.

God, how difficult Your thoughts are for me [to comprehend]; how vast their sum is! If I counted them, they would outnumber the grains of sand; when I wake up, I am still with You. Psalm 139:17-18

What does God say you are?” asked a pastor during a meeting I was attending.
He then detailed Psalm 139:17-18, explaining that God had nothing but wonderful things to say about all of His children (issues included). That He has even more great thoughts about us than every grain of sand in every single place on earth.
He requested us to close our eyes and ask God what He thinks of us… just one word to detail just how much He adores us.

I often struggle to hear God’s voice. As it is, I hardly take the time to slow down and listen to the physical voices around me… much less the one speaking from Heaven.
Fear crept into my heart. What if God stays silent? What if it’s just me talking instead?

So, for the sake of following the rules but with some doubt creeping just beneath the surface, I bowed my head and closed my eyes.
Father, who do You say I am?

After a few moments of silence I heard it. Holy.

My blood ran cold. Holy is not the adjective I would’ve chosen to describe myself, God.
Holey is a better choice.

Then, I saw me. Beaten down, worried, and tired… several gaping blood stained wounds on my skin. The kind of gashes that don’t heal right - the ones that leave nasty scars for their nasty stories.
That was the sort of holiness I was used to: the ugly kind. The kind that hurts to be around. The kind that no one really wants to talk about. 

Maybe you see yourself there, too, battered and bruised and beaten down. Maybe you see your own misshapen story bleeding through. Maybe of the words and happenings that make you “less than” and “not enough” swirl around you like vultures. Maybe you feel the ache of all of the things that have been ripped out of you. 
Maybe, like me, you’re used to the holes but not the holies.

Because life is hard and people are cruel and things don’t always go right for us. 
Because people take what isn’t really theirs… because no one gets out of living without suffering a few heartaches. 
Because people take and take and take but so rarely do we ever remember to give back.

And sometimes it feels like all of those holes will consume us.

But God has a different plan for us. He takes all of His sand (the grains of love and affirmation and wonder) and fills us up all of our holes with it. God has enough wonderful things to say about us to fill deserts and oceans and beaches and lakes and terrariums and caves and lakes… God’s words of love for us are endless. He has enough adoration for us to fill up all of our gaps and make us whole. He pushes away the darkness, the blood stains, and the fear and makes room for Himself instead.

He takes us from holey and transforms us to the point where we can love wholly. From there he leads us into holiness - filled up and complete enough to pour into others.

From there we are able to speak love into other peoples’ wounds and hurts. We can love each other wholly and wonderfully. We can give them love and hope and joy. And we can remind them of the savior we all so blessed to be able to know. 

You are loved wholly. And, because of His stripes, you are holy. 

Holy, holy, holy. 

-31Women (Ansley)

If souls would put themselves completely in My care, I Myself would undertake the task of sanctifying them, and I would lavish even greater graces on them. There are souls who thwart My efforts, but I have not given up on them; as often as they turn to Me, I hurry to their aid, shielding them with My mercy, and I give them the first place in My compassionate Heart.
—  Jesus to St Faustina, Diary 1682

I am so happy to say I am now a baptized member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints!! 

My experience was amazing!! I was nervous and scared before, but afterwards I was overcome with feelings of happiness and overwhelming joy! I felt so good! My confirmation also left me feeling full of joy!! The family I’ve been learning with helped me all the way through the whole process, from first going to church, to meeting with the missionaries - and they were so lovely in buying me my very first set of indexed scriptures with my name on the front cover :’) They also printed photos of the baptism of me and my best friend (aka SISTER!!!) and the Sister Missionaries who have been by my side since August! 

I feel so happy to have made this decision - I cannot wait for the rest of my life within the church, although finding ways to be more constructive with it rather than just being at church and when i meet with the Sisters is a bit difficult - I’ve been proud of myself in the fact I’ve kept the Word of Wisdom since the start of October! :D 

Again, if anyone has any advice/tips for a baby LDS child like me please feel free to PM me!! :’)