Believe in good things to come ☀️🙏🏻🥰

My heart is so full today! I was listening to a talk this morning called “The faith to do His will” by Beth Luthy, a nursing professor at BYU. She told a story out of a book called “Why Is This Happening to Me?” By: Reverend Wayne Monbleau. 

He said one of the reasons God allows tribulation is to transform us into wounded healers. He wrote: A wounded healer is someone who has suffered; but instead of being self-centered, the wounded healer sees suffering in an an “other”-centered context . . . with holy compassion and mercy for others.”

Trials, especially as of late, have brought me to my knees countless times. I have had lots of emotions. Lots of frustration, tears, anger, sadness, loneliness, and impatience on my end. 

The thoughts that have flooded my mind are of the future. What’s next for me, for Lyssa? What am I supposed to do for a career? Where am I supposed to be? It’s been quite hard and I find myself discouraged.

Sister Luthy goes onto say that “when we suffer, there is something deep within our soul that changes, breaks, and then softens. We learn, firsthand, lessons about pain, anguish, misery, and torment, and then, because we know what it feels like to be wounded, we have compassion for others who are suffering and we can help to heal them....Our loving Heavenly Father uses times of suffering to transform us into an instrument in His hands—an instrument that, armed with a newly developed nobility of spirit, is compelled to help relieve the suffering of His children.”

I know I’m not the only one that has felt these feelings and emotions, nor will I be the last! I know Heavenly Father gives us trials and hardships to make us stronger, to help us become the person that He wants us to be! 

God also gives us experiences to help others. So I’m sharing my struggles with you all, with the hope that my experiences help someone. ♥️ I don’t know what the future will bring, but I do know that God has a plan. He is aware of each of us, and He is in charge! Give your will to Him and let Him guide you to where He wants you to go. 

The lyrics to “master the tempest is raging” comes to mind: 

Master, the tempest is raging!
The billows are tossing high!
The sky is o’ershadowed with blackness.
No shelter or help is nigh.
Carest thou not that we perish?
How canst thou lie asleep
When each moment so madly is threat’ning
A grave in the angry deep?
The winds and the waves shall obey thy will: Peace, be still.
Whether the wrath of the storm-tossed sea
Or demons or men or whatever it be,
No waters can swallow the ship where lies
The Master of ocean and earth and skies.
They all shall sweetly obey thy will:
Peace, be still; peace, be still.
They all shall sweetly obey thy will:
Peace, peace, be still.

Lou