"But Now I Behold The Marvelous Light Of God."

February 05, 2025

It was another beautiful week.

I feel like Heavenly Father is being so gracious to me, especially right now.

I feel that he is giving me so many opportunities to experience him.

The grace that is being extended each day is so much more apparent than it has been before.

Maybe because i feel like he is refining me more than he ever has before.

I feel that lately Heavenly Father has been reminding me of my journey through bringing to my remembrance the many times his grace has shined through and saved me.

A fresh start.

No tracks behind but rather a beautiful path ahead.

I often wonder how this has all been made possible.

How one who was so obliviously lost and broken could be transformed.

How could it be possible?

Why is there someone who cares so deeply for us to change?

How is he so aware even when we arent?

My learning this week began with the women at the well.

A story i often turn to for reassurance.

She yearned for healing.

Broken and lost.

She went about her days as she always did.

At the well.

I often think if she ever just sat up their alone and pondered.

How did she get to that place?

I often wonder if she had just accepted where she was at, and felt comfortable staying there.

I've been in that place.

Going about the same thing every day.

Falling time and time again.

Back and forth between the mistakes.

Comfortable staying there in those places.

But, then he comes.

He comes to her place.

Is always does.

Thats what he does best.

At the well.

No matter how inconvenient it may have been.

No matter how tired he must've been.

He came.

And met her where she was.

And he offered something more.

I remember a day.

One of many where the Saviour met me in my places.

It was in a hammock.

Sitting with my dad.

Facing one of my most favourite places.

Months before i would come to England.

We talked.

And i cried.

Sharing the hurt and the regret that consumed me.

My dad listened.

Just as he always does.

He met me there in that place.

And offered me something i hold so close.

His grace.

And for the first time in months i saw my Saviour.

A love i didn't know could exist for someone like me, in that place.

For the first time i learn I didnt have to stay there.

In that dark place.

I didnt have to keep filling my pot.

I got a taste of that water.

The water i yearned for.

But, didnt know where to find it.

I found it there.

With my dad.

In that hammock.

In that beautiful place.

The Saviour offers more.

He fills us full.

Nothing is missed when it comes to his grace.

And that was the beginning of the journey of his grace.

Just as the woman left her waterpots.

I too have left and have began the journey.

Running from place to place.

Sharing his grace.

I remembered this goodness as I spoke to my dear Mission President in my final interview.

The worries that filled my mind soon ceased.

I loved that idea of getting to go back to those places.

To fill them with something new.

Me.

I grew in excitement as i thought of the opportunity of getting to show others that his grace works.

That it is for everyone.

Anytime.

Anywhere.

Alma's words sum up how i feel when he says,

"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."

"but now I behold the marvelous light of God."

That is me.

That is how i feel about my Saviour.

His light has consumed my darkness.

And has changed me forever.

Just as the women felt on that hot day at the well.

He is living.

He offers what no one else can.

His grace.

His love.

His light.

Which heals the most wounded souls.