The Keeper of my Soul. . . .

Recently, I have been sick a couple times, struggled with work and in my interactions with people. I realized my prayers haven't been as strong as maybe I would like them to be and maybe my Faith isn't as strong as I wish it was. Almost to the point where I have again started to rely on my strength and pushing aside my Father in Heaven and Savior, then I had an experience that kind of stopped me and what I was dealing with and thinking about.

I am an imperfect person, everyone who knows me knows this. I realized, I opened my mouth and have you ever had an experience where you said something and then you realized that you probably shouldn't have said that? Well that is pretty much what happened. And all I could think about is, why did I say that, why would I do that. The thought I believe, crossed my mind to rely on the Savior with my frustration and pain, but I literally went, he wouldn't do that. He would never say something like that, not something, that would make him hurt and be frustrated and have other people look at him like what is wrong with you. He wouldn't do that.

Literally that second I had a thought that came to my mind that stopped me. The thought came quietly like this. Uhm. . .Alyssa. The Savior told people he was the Son of God and he was persecuted for it. I almost took an instant shame in myself, but relief at the same time, and I realized and remembered in that moment, I am really wrong. When we are told that the Savior knows us and has felt everything we have felt, betrayal, regret, frustration, pain, hurt, sorrow. He knows to the T what is going on.

Maybe it doesn't sound the same, maybe in some respects it's not the same. But all in all, the situation is the same. The Savior atoned for me, he bled and died so I could feel the peace of mind that everything would work out. He gave me the opportunity to have the spirit at times, so I could remember what he did for me. And with Easter coming up soon, what a better time to recommit ourselves and remember the blessings which we were given?

He Truly- as in a song I heard by the Nashville Tribute Band- walked a Mile in my shoes. In the shoes of my friends, of my parents, of my siblings and in those lives of people who struggle on a daily basis. Everyone who has lived, lives and will live. He knows them, he knows their trials, he spent time on his knees for all of them and for each of us.

That is why my Savior despite my weak feeling faith and lack of belief in all things possible, is the Keeper of my Soul.

Alyssa