“For this my son was dead, and is alive again; he was lost, and is found.” — Luke 15:24
This verse was what came to my mind today as I pondered on the Savior, Jesus Christ, and the impact His *perfect* love has had on my life.
A bit over 13 years ago, I was in a dark place. I was in so much pain. My heart was broken—*I* was broken… and I thought I was beyond repair. I barely functioned. The lights were on, but no one was home.
Sometimes, I still feel that level of despair and pain. Sometimes, I sink to places that are so very, very heavy and dark… but even when I do, I am still *present.* Someone’s home.
And when I do, I *know* I can turn to my Savior, because He came to my rescue all of those years ago. I pray. I meditate. I study. I don’t always do this immediately, sometimes it takes a minute to break through enough to try, but eventually, I do whatever it takes to connect to peace, love, and light.
Following that light He brought me—that *perfect* love—has brought me back to life. He has led me to answers about what I’ve been going through, removing scales from my eyes a little at a time—as too much light brought into a dark place all at once can make a person blind. He has shown me little by little how He sees me. He saw my broken dreams, and helped me find new ones (well, new/old ones, since I’d wanted to write stories when I was a kid).
He brought me back to life.
Jesus Christ’s Atonement and Resurrection bring me so much comfort. I *know* death does not separate me from my family forever. We will be together again.
But there’s so much more to it than that.
He can bring us back to life *right now.*
He can take our shattered hearts, our shattered souls, and help us put them back together again.
The Jesus I know loves us more than we can ever fully grasp. The Jesus I know seeks out the outcast, the misunderstood, like He sought me. He’s “down in the dirt with sinners,” as Dave Butler from ‘Don’t Miss This’ described, and “calling disciples that have no business being there,” like Matthew the tax collector. He seeks out the weirdos that were tossed aside, and lets them know they are loved, and they are needed. These are the people He died for. He knows our grief, our sorrow, our pain, because He lived it. And He wants to help!
He wants us to let Him carry us to brighter days. To new dreams.
His love is perfect, and I stand as a witness to that perfect love.
He is real. He is there. And He is risen. He did all of this, so He could bring us back to life—both in this life, and the next.
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