Breinholt, Bella P

It all began that morning at the train station.  As I sat and read about the journey I have been on the last 16 months.  Looking at that grey sky i have become so familiar with.  Listening to the birds sing.  I saw the bare trees as the moved with the subtle wind.  In that moment His love became tangible.  I became encircled.  In the arms of his love.  I have grown the greatest love for each and every day. Every moment is so sacred to me.  As i read those stories in my book i began to realise he has been here all along.  Leading me with his arms. His love filling my soul. Allowing me to move forward.  Each morning and night this last week i have pled with the Lord to give me opportunities to be refined. Asking this is not easy as opportunities arise that are stretching and truly point out my need for the Saviours help.  There were many moments this week where i gained an appreciation for the atonement. I found myself during man...

Tears rolled down my cheeks many times this week as i anticipated Saturday.  The beginning of a last. "For behold, this is the last time that I shall nourish my vineyard" he says.  Where would He have me nourish one last time? Liverpool. This place has and will continue to become a sacred place for me.  The experinces that have been found in the last 6 weeks have changed me.  We have found the Saviour working consistently in His vineyard.  He never missed a day.  This week was difficult.  There was a day where i felt like everything came crashing down all at once.  The thought of having to stay in for another 2 days just did not seem possible.  I realised that there was more i needed to learn.  The spirit confirmed to my mind that the comfort would come in learning more about His sacrifice.  It always does. As i sat staring at my wall after that long prayer of forgiveness.  My favourite hymn began to play.  "This is the Ch...

A whole week.  Inside a place we rarely spent time in.  What was he trying to teach us? I wanted to believe the words that came from the blessing that was given outside of our flat that one night.  That we would come to the understanding of why the Lord would keep us inside.  It was a question i asked every day.  But, nothing came.  And maybe thats what he wanted me to learn for a little bit.  The miracle he was preparing in the waiting.  I was eager to know what he had planned.  Maybe more so desperate for an understanding.  I missed the people.  I missed to cold breeze that brushed my face all day long.  I missed the long bus rides.  And those 4pm sunsets.  I wanted to be there in those places.  Why couldn't we be in those places?  I felt like we were failing. Did he not understand all the good we could be doing outside?  Where was he?  Why didnt he heal yet?  Why was it taking so long?...

It was another week we pled for miracles.  It just felt right that in a week like this one we would see wondrous things.  We couldnt expect anything less.  We planned to make 9 friends and have 9 friends at church.  The lessons were all confirmed.  These people couldnt wait to meet to learn more.  We couldnt help but count down the days until we could meet with them.  We were ready to experience the Lord in his vineyard once again.  And then the night came.  It seemed that all hope was lost.  The sickness began to take over.  We rushed asking our friends if they could meet some other way.  It worked for some. While others it didnt.  In a week where so much good was meant to happen why did this opposition come now?  It was the first time i hadnt gone to church in 15 months.  How could i have ever missed before?  I never knew how much i need it, until i didnt have it.  I missed having that sacred moment a...