Wednesday, March 29, 2017


Broken - physically and forcibly separated into pieces or cracked or splitor legally or emotionally destroyed;

Marc and I attended a Kenneth Cope concert the other night. Favorite singer ever! He is probably in his 50's-I have been listening to him for 20 years- so doing the math...but he looks like he's maybe 30.

Anyway, it was great. I felt the Spirit and he played several of my favorite songs. One of my favorites is Broken. I have loved this song for a long time, and I especially love it now in my life. Not because I feel totally broken, but because I feel healed from brokenness.

I rejoice in the fact the demons aren't controlling my mind anymore. (I know there's a more scientific way to describe my severe OCD and depression, but that's how I felt it). I'm glad that although I'm still a little broken, I look forward to the Resurrection for that, I am healed enough to function, and  to live! I feel like I was given a new life and this new life makes me want to help others live as well. 

As I was recovering from my illness, I watched General Conference and cried. I blogged about it  here, but I knew from that Conference I needed to help others, not only because of Elder Holland's talk, but I have felt the importance serving all my life. 

My point is this: Being broken helps us serve. We are given trials in a large part because it gives us the tools to help others. More compassion, empathy, and understanding. Our "personal gethsemanes" are to succor in a small way  for others, the way Jesus succors all of us. He has suffered everything so that "that he may know according to the flesh how to succor his people according to their infirmities." Alma 7: 11,12. I love Him for that.  I will show my gratitude to Him as I serve and love His children.  I am grateful he loves broken me.

We are all broken. That's how the light gets in. Ernest Hemingway: Paul V. Johnson - April 2016 LDS General Conference #lds #ldsconf #quotes: Yes:

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