(April 4, 2010 Easter)Control is such an illusion. A security blanket we wrap around ourselves to keep out the storms of life. Threaded in familiarity and patterned with habit, it sets us apart and acts as a buffer amidst the inevitable entropy of this existence. That is, until something comes along and strips us bare. And underneath all of the pretensions and carefully crafted facade, remains the only thing we can truly call our own--our will.
The one thing we possess and ironically, the only thing our Heavenly Father desires. So much so, that he sent his only begotten Son to set the perfect example of humble submission who did accomplish just that to the last degree.
Father, if thou be willing, remove this cup from me: nevertheless not my will, but thine, be done.
-Luke 22:42
That is really what it is all about. Laying upon the altar our will, sacrificing it--setting down the things of this earth, and picking up the things of a better that we may 'lay up for [our]selves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust doth corrupt, and where thieves do not break through nor steal.' (3 Nephi 13:20)
I'm learning that it is true that when we lose ourselves, our time, our talents in the 'service of [our] fellow beings' as King Benjamin put it, we find him 'whom Moses in the law, and the prophets, did write, Jesus of Nazareth'. (John 1:45)
I am so grateful that he stripped my cloak of comfort and control from me. In losing my son, he has brought me closer to finding His Son.
1 comment:
I have to remind myself daily that it's not my will that matters, but His. Lemme tell ya- easier said than done. It's that whole faith thing. I kind of stink at it. :) Thank you for being such an AMAZING example of faith.
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