Breinholt, Bella P

For those of you who know me well know that i have terrible eyes.  I'm so blind.  From the time i was young i have worn some kind of glasses or contacts.  I cant do anything without them. This has really made me apperciate sight.  But lately my idea of sight has change.  The importance of spiritual sight.  I loved how my Misson President taught us this last week.  We read the Good Samaritan and i have never noticed the sight.  "...and when he  saw  him, he passed by on the other side." "...when he was at the place, came and  looked  on him, and passed by on the other side." "But a certain Samaritan, as he journeyed, came where he was: and when he  saw  him, he had compassion on him" The all saw. But did they really see? I began reflecting on my my sight.  How many do i pass by?  My heart became heavy.  At times we allow our own sight to get in the way of the Lord sight.  My mind was the reminded of...

My heart is full.  A year of finding my Saviour. There are many things that i have learned. Its a beautiful story. There have been times in my life where i have felt so broken that at times i have felt impossible to fix.  So many cracks.  So many missing pieces.  Being broken can be so lonely.  As a missionary you walk into so many different stories. Broken stories.  At times i wonder if my brokenness was needed so i could help God's children find him again.  It is journey that with many i have joined. We have healed together.  Here are some of those who have led me to the Saviours healing. Hepse "He knows i depend on him." "He always makes a way for me." "He lets me go far enough to learn, but not enough to fall." "He is the back support holding me up, without him i would fall." Lauren "I’ve come to know, without a doubt, that Jesus Christ has never abandoned me. Even in the darkest moments, when I struggled to feel His presence, He was...

I remember starting the Book of Mormon before my mission. For about 12 months i worked my way through it.  What i didnt know was what i was going to have to work through during those next 12 months.  I would dare say the hardest months of my life.  Sorrow filled my soul.  My faith declined.  The book began collecting dust.  For about 4 of the months i didnt open it.  What changed?  Why did i just pick it up again?  I dont know why.  But, i do know something.  There was a piece of me that missed those words.  The words of answered prayer.  The words that at times brought me comfort.  The words that filled my soul with power.  A small little book.  The words of God to his children.  I remembered hitting that 12th month.  It was a sunny day in September.  A week before i would be leaving. I made it to Moroni 10.  I drove up to the temple before church.  Layed out a blanket.  And i ...

Tear came to my eyes as we studied 3 Nephi 11 with our beautiful friend Sephora.  As we read these beautiful words i couldnt help but feel like i was there with the Saviour.  As if he had just embraced me.  It was a hard day.  I had a lot on my mind.  The weight of the call seemed to be a little heavier that day.  I felt so defeated.  For a moment i felt forgotten.  Something i love about the Saviour is how quick he is to remind us of his love.  As we sat there reading, the words struck my heart.  I knew he knew.  The hurt & defeat.  He was there too at one point.  & i could feel it.  "Arise and come forth unto me... that ye may know." "And they did all, both they who had been healed and they who were whole, bow down at his feet, and did worship him; and as many as could come for the multitude did kiss his feet, insomuch that they did bathe his feet with their tears." I've been there.  In the good times ...