When I think of the joy that I find in Christ’s Gospel I marvel at the fact that he trusts and loves me enough to be his messenger.
I myself and weak, but through Christ I am strong. When I am able to see myself the way He sees me I am brought to tears. The world and Satan would have me believe that my skin isn’t clear enough, my smile not bright enough, my size too small or too heavy, and my complexion too white and pale. But through Christ’s eyes I see a daughter of God filled with His light and everlasting love. I see someone who’s smile is filled with the knowledge that what I do matters. I see a girl who walks among angles and speaks with the power of the Holy Ghost. I am all these things and more because He made me that way. The very thought that I reside in the Great Creator’s thoughts and heart brings me to my knees. I can only be all this through the atoning blood of my brother and savior, Jesus Christ.