There are many who don't understand me. They don't understand how I could feel so strongly about His love. They don't understand how I can find His grace in all the sadness and despair that surrounds us. I have learned that He is always there, but we choose to reach out our arms and bring Him closer. It is our own walls that we need to let down.
"Behold, I have graven thee
upon the palms of my hands;
thy walls are continually before me".
He has already suffered and died for us. He knew what we could become and He knows what we need to do. The reality of getting hurt doesn't give us a good reason to draw away. It doesn't give me enough of a reason to close myself off. It is not a reason in my life to stop trying to do good; to keep trying to make the path just a little easier for others.
The reality is that we all get hurt sometimes. We all hear things that aren't true or aren't kind. We all occasionally get comments that we would rather not have. We see people we would rather not see. People yell at us, or accuse us, or say things that hurt us. That is just part of life. We can't change their actions, we can only change ourselves to be more like Him.
I write because it is a joy to me. I speak in public for much the same reasons. It is my way share the love of my Savior that I feel in my heart. I put down my thoughts and my testimony and hope that someone, somewhere needs the things that I write, but I have learned that even if they don't, I still need to write. I need to write for myself. I need to stand for what I believe in. I need to bear witness of Him in all my words and actions. I need to share those things that are most plain and precious to me. I need to remember that I AM graven upon the palms of His Hands.