I realize this blog is neglected. I fully admit that it has been intentional. The reasons are my own. Tonight, I cannot remain silent. If one person reads this blog and feels even a morsel of what I feel tonight, right now, I feel like it's worth making myself vulnerable sharing a bit of my (albeit thread-bare) personal strength (if you can call it that).
Anyone who may have read my blog posts in the past, may be aware of my gravitation to inspirational music. It somehow heals my heart. Considering that a song of the righteous is a prayer (D&C 25) I guess this should be no surprise.
Our lives have been disrupted on several occasions throughout our married life. Not that it is any more than anyone else walking through this mortal probation, but it has been maybe a little more public. At least recently.
Our hearts have been broken. We have cried. We have worried. We have been afraid. But part of this life is to experience that everything has it's opposite. As broken as our hearts were, we have felt the healing balm of the atonement. We have felt the insurmountable joy in the good news of the gospel. We have felt undeniable, tangible peace from the Comforter. We have felt our faith increase. We have seen the beauty in our heartbreak.
I know we can be built and drawn close to our Father through all our experiences. We endure trials only minute by minute, having faith that Christ actually did what he said he did and that great act is enough to see us through. We can see, even in the midst of our heartbreak, how beautiful it really is.