That first day I had my break-down and realized that I needed help to overcome this, my husband became “my Joshua” because that was the first time he rescued me for my pit. I needed help and I begged my children for their help. Joshua sat down with the children to work out a plan. I was harrowed up out of my pit by his rescue that day, a pit I could not have gotten out of my myself.
“My Jesus”
A year or so ago, about the time I was learning of the nature of God, and of His love for me, I was pondering on the Atonement. In my intellectual mind I was trying to figure out what was undiscovered to learn how it happened. I don’t proclaim to know what Prophets have said no man can. This was simply revealed to me as a manifestation of the completeness, and individual personal-ness of the Atonement.
One day as I knelt beside my bed I inquired of the Lord to know or understand how Christ paid the unspeakable price of my deliverance. It was as if I saw all time wrap together in a scroll and I stood before the judgment bar of God begging for mercy. There was none to be found until My Savoir, My Jesus, came and stood before the Father and said, “I will pay the price for Pennie. I will suffer for her sins.” Then in an instant my view swept to the Garden of Gethsemane
He is My Jesus. He has bound up my wounds and is healing my broken heart. He is healing me and making me whole. I am learning who I am, and why I was born at this time in the history of the world. He is always there walking beside me in joy or in pain. He brings purpose to life.
Hilary Weeks’ song “It would never be enough” also alludes to this possibility in the third verse, “If all the ages were put an instant to worship and lift Him up…”
Even though at times my voice my sing off key, He still hears the perfect song of my heart.
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