Last night as I knelt in prayer and reflected with the Lord upon the day (being Easter) my mind reviewed the many references to the Saviors Atonement given in General Conference. As I proffered my deep gratitude this post came to my mind.
To recap, I had been going through a horrific struggle in my life. A struggle that had taken a few precious years away from me. I clearly remember the hopeless feeling I felt while on my knees and then crying myself to sleep. I clearly remember the dream. I clearly remember the feeling the next day as I was driving in my car and suddenly understood how the Atonement works.
It’s been over three years since I’ve had that experience and as I contemplated it I realized that I still struggle against the things I struggled with then. I still get that panicky feeling. But I am still rowing.
Only, I am not rowing alone; if so, I wouldn’t have made it this far.
My little craft is like an acorn cap bobbing in the current of the Mighty Mississippi. My oars are like toothpicks with which I am frantically paddling to navigate the currents and whitewater that constantly threatens to capsize me. And I have been capsized.
But still, I have made progress.
Because each time I have been capsized, I have been scooped up, dried off and set back on course. I have been guided on my way, pushed from behind, and in the worst of times, I have been picked up and carried in the palm of His hand.
I love Easter and the opportunity it affords to contemplate the great, eternal sacrifice of our Savior. But I love even more that every day I can avail myself of that sacrifice. Every day the Atonement is alive and working in my life.
Every day is a new beginning.