keranzi

one day in high school my best friend siobhan came into class pretty irritated.

'are you having a bad day?' i asked . . . 

to which she responded. 'more like a bad life.'

siobhan i miss you. and i hope your life is going better now! :) 

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i'm not having a bad life, but lately it has really sucked. i feel like i've been watching it unravel for the last few weeks. but instead of frantically trying to patch it together i've just sat there as my future plans, motivation, friendships, spirituality, opportunities, self esteem etc, have fallen to the ground and shattered to pieces; i think i lost a few.

but that changed today. it was a sunday just like any other. i woke up and went to church. during the sacrament i felt those pieces of my life, come back together. they weren't shoved, thrown, or crammed. they were carefully placed back where they belong, by hands greater than my own, by Someone, the only One, who knows exactly what i am going through. 

my life is still far from perfect, whose isn't? but at least i don't feel so empty inside. i have been shown, once again, that through the Atonement of Jesus Christ i am whole, i am not alone, and i can be healed. we always talk about the sacrament in terms of renewing our covenants and purifying us from sin, but i have a testimony that partaking of the sacrament does just as much healing as purifying. it puts our life back together, fills the voids, and dries our tears. 

'i am a witness that there is a spirit attending the administration of the sacrament that  warms from head to foot; you feel the wounds of the spirit being healed, the load is lifted, comfort and happiness come to the soul that is worthy and truly desirous of partaking this spiritual food.' [edler melvin j. ballard]

. . . today, i have been made whole again . . .