I was grieving, in acute pain, when I once sought refuge in the temple. I was hoping to keep my troubles private, but a bleeding heart leaves a trail. Sister C, a temple matron and Relief Society friend, sniffed me out. Her kind inquiry was all I needed to burst into tears.
“My dear!” she cried in alarm, “have you laid this at the Lord’s feet?”
Remembering all my prayers, I said that I had.
“But dear,” she continued as she looked into my wet face, “you didn’t leave it there!”
I was stunned. She was so right.
“This is too big and too complex for me, dear Lord,” I begged, and then, echoing Alma, I cried within my heart: "O Jesus, thou Son of God, have mercy on me....” (Alma 36:18)
I felt it deep in my bones.
The threads of mercy are the strongest and most beautiful of all.
Mona shares and teaches romance at Mona's Musings with a Hint of Romance. She is the mother of four plus three and grandmother of two and the award-winning author or With Mine Own Hand: The Musical Account of Nephi. For a daily Hint of Romance (every wife needs one) go to Mona's Musings on Facebook.
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