“Every flower must grow through dirt.”

Right is 5/30/14. Left is 3/21/14

I have noticed in the Trials of Life, I often have a hard time of looking past the cold barren waste-land of my trials, and fail to notice that spring is coming. But spring does come. There is beauty in the trial, as there is in the relief. Neither could exist with out the other.

Alma 36:18-20 (Back Story: Alma, a prophet in The Book of Mormon, is testifying to his son, Helaman, about his conversion to God. Alma had been a sinner, and rebelled against God, trying to lead many away from the Church of God. He was visited by an angel and was called unto repentance by feeling the pains of his sins for three days. He repented and felt a release from his sin.)

 18 Now, as my mind caught hold upon this thought, I cried within my heart: O Jesus, thou Son of God, have mercy on me, who am in the gall of bitterness, and am encircled about by the everlasting chains of death.
 19 And now, behold, when I thought this, I could remember my pains no more; yea, I was harrowed up by the memory of my sins no more.
 20 And oh, what joy, and what marvelous light I did behold; yea, my soul was filled with joy as exceeding as was my pain!

I love these verses. It reminds me that we must know the cold barren waste-lands of winter in order to know the joy and warmth of spring. So today, I am grateful for trials and whether it takes two months or two years, we will feel the sweet relief of redemption.

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