...healing.

When Jesus Christ was born in Bethlehem, I don't think they anticipated the wonderful miracles they were about to witness.

He healed the sick, caused the lame to walk, the blind to see, he even raised men from the dead.

In the Book of Mormon, there is an even more personal account:

And it came to pass that when Jesus had thus spoken, he cast his eyes round about again on the multitude, and beheld they were ain tears, and did look steadfastly upon him as if they would ask him to tarry a little longer with them.

  And he said unto them: Behold, my bowels are filled with compassion towards you.

 Have ye any that are sick among you? Bring them hither. Have ye any that are lame, or blind, or halt, or maimed, or bleprous, or that are withered, or that are deaf, or that are afflicted in any manner? Bring them hither and I will cheal them, for I have compassion upon you; my bowels are filled with mercy.

 For I perceive that ye desire that I should show unto you what I have done unto your brethren at Jerusalem, for I see that your faith is sufficient that I should heal you.

 And it came to pass that when he had thus spoken, all the multitude, with one accord, did go forth with their sick and their afflicted, and their lame, and with their blind, and with their dumb, and with all them that were afflicted in any manner; and 

~he did heal them every one~ 

as they were brought forth unto him.

-3 Nephi 17:5-9

It didn't matter their ailment, all who were not whole were welcomed to the feet of the Savior to be healed.

Jesus Christ was resurrected. He lives today! Don't you think that He will offer that same healing to us as we come to Him with "faith sufficient that [he] should heal [us]?"

As I mentioned in my last post, my experience leaving the mission field has been hard and it broke my heart. Every time I went to church I would cry for the chance to go back. As I prayed at night, my heart physically hurt as I asked the Lord again and again why He took me from what I loved most. Sometimes I still cry when someone says the word 'Jacksonville.'

And yet, as time has passed and as I have put my trust in God's plan for me, my heart has begun to heal. I still cherish the past and the wonderful experiences I have had, but I am no longer in pain at the thought of not going back. 

I am grateful for the blessing and miracle of the opportunity for me to serve a mission and I will be forever!

But I know that God has a plan and He is always willing to heal was has been broken as we come to Him.