My Savior

My Savior loves me. He knows me. He cares for my welfare & happiness.

I am grateful to know that He is always there for me, reaching out with

open arms, if I will but call on Him.

I am so grateful for His atonement.

To know, that when I trip & fall

time & time again in striving to do whats right, He is ever so merciful, ever

so patient with me, & ever

so forgiving of my failings, even though He knows that though I come to

Him with a broke heart & contrite spirit, I may mess up again.

I am especially grateful for that as a Mother.

I call on Him many times a day to shore me up when the chips are down.

And especially to know, that with HIM, the Holy One, I cannot fail

as a mother or mess up my children.

I have added to His pain in Gethsemane more than once & strive

to not add to His pain & sorrows that He already has so much of

for His children. Christ also has great, exceeding joy in His children

when they choose to follow his plan of happiness.
He is there to listen when I cry out to Him.

 When my heart aches.

When I want to throw up my hands & give up.

When my patience with my children is wearing thin.

When I'm just plain tired.

I can call on MY SAVIOR.

To lift me up.

Buoy me up.

I can share my joys & excitement with Him of

learning something new or something new

my kids have learned.

And in the small victories of the day.

The Savior is my friend.

And I don't just want to know about Him,

I want to KNOW HIM.

So I strive to come a little bit

closer to Him, each & every day.

Because . . .He is MY SAVIOR &

I am forever grateful to HIM for

His sacrifice for ME.