"These Are They."

It felt like I was taken on a journey this week. 

A journey full of many emotions. 

It seemed as each day passed by the days became more full of tears. 

I guess im finding that these moments on my mission mean a lot more to me than i thought. 

And im finding that through each tear in those quiet moments. 

Its been a lot harder than i anticipated. 

The end coming near. 

As i sat in that quiet chapel. 

Beginning that final gathering with so many missionaries i have grown to love. 

Remembering the many moments before where i sat in this chapel and experienced my Saviour. 

Listening to my dear Mission President and his wife bear their witness of the Saviour. 

As we stood and sang the song we always sing. 

"Let us all press on in the work of the Lord..."

As tears rolled down my face i began to see. 

To really see the journey i have been on. 

The many months.

Looking into the eyes of my sweet sisters. 

Oh how beautiful this journey has been for us. 

He has changed us. 

And we all felt it there. 

In that chapel. 

The journey continued as i woke up Thursday morning. 

Just simply wanting to give my all to the Saviour that day.  

I pled for strength because i truly felt so weak. 

The emotions came again and i didnt know if i would be able to do another day. 

But i tried. 

I wanted to see him. 

This refinement period i have found to be the most difficult.

But he found me there. 

In that library. 

He saw me. 

And met me there. 

As i read his words i began to see him. 

And i knew i would just simply be able to do it another day. 

Because he already did it. 

"And after all this, after working many mighty miracles among the children of men, he shall be led crucified, and slain, the flesh becoming subject even unto death, 

the will of the Son being swallowed up in the will of the Father.

...giving the Son power to make intercession for the children of men.

Having ascended into heaven, 

having the bowels of mercy; 

being filled with compassion towards the children of men; 

standing betwixt them and justice; 

having broken the bands of death, 

taken upon himself their iniquity and their transgressions, 

having redeemed them, 

and satisfied the demands of justice. 

And now I say unto you, who shall declare his generation? 

Behold, I say unto you, that when his soul has been made an offering for sin he shall see his seed. 

And now what say ye? 

And who shall be his seed?

I say unto you, that all those who have... believed that the Lord would redeem his people, 

and have looked forward to that day for a remission of their sins, 

I say unto you, that 

these are his seed, 

or they are the heirs of the kingdom of God. 

For these are they 

whose sins he has borne; 

these are they 

for whom he has died, to redeem them from their transgressions. 

I say unto you that...

these are they."

He has not called the perfect. 

He has called the believers. 

He has filled the gap. 

And within that gap there is found power. 

As i looked through the window infront of me i saw a cross. 

As the light rested on that simple symbol i began to see. 

It was already done for me. 

He is where i found the strength. 

Within the simple cross. 

He felt me there. 

And overcame it. 

So i could also. 

As i looked into my dear sisters on that sacred call i was filled with so much love. 

Listening to their stories. 

Learning from their experiences over the last 17 months. 

The aching in the eyes matched mine. 

An experience we never want to end. 

We began to discuss Saviours final moments. I felt that we could each relate with the Saviour. 

The pain and anguish that comes as we come to the conclusion of a journey that has become us. 

That has changed us. 

I think what i love most is how he waited until the end. 

His greatest miracle found on that final day. 

Everything he did built up to this final day. 

This final hour. 

The road to that final miracle was a hard and dreadful walk. 

A walk at times i feel like im walking myself. 

Down to Gethsemane. 

Entering into a state of fully submitting to the will of the Father. 

Oh how i feel him meeting me there. 

In that final moment of refinement. 

The moment he became what he came here to do. 

I want to become. 

I know the greatest is in store. 

I just need to submit. 

Just as he did that final night. 

Just as he turned ordinary water into the greatest wine. 

The only thing that stood between the two was the touch of the Master's hand. 

The author and finisher of our faith. 

The author and finisher of this beautiful journey of mine. 

"These are they" 

I am His. 

And he has and will continue to change me.

I love you all! 

I pray for you always! 

He is so aware of you. 

With love, 

Sister B