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Our Destiny

I sat in Sunday School pondering over the last few days. I have not been myself. A little on edge. A little grouchy. Ok even a lot grumpy at moments. I felt overwhelmed and frustrated. “Why can’t I just be the person I am meant to be?”  The lesson moves on and I hear these words

“What is the great gift of the atonement?”   Quickly my mind is coming up with answers.

Forgiveness

Eternal life

Love

The great gift of the atonement is that we get to be wrong”

Wait, what?  It was as if my mind quickly moved into hyper drive trying to figure out what that meant for me?

My Savior suffered for me so that I could be perfect. That answer I’m familiar with. He suffered so that I don’t have to feel pain. I get that. He atoned so that when I make mistakes I can be forgiven. Yes.

So that must mean then that He felt all that agony and pain so that I can be wrong and still be loved. I can fall short and still find glory and grace. My wrong doings are part of His perfect plan. It has to be so. Huge sigh of relief and comfort is felt in my heart as I strive to further understand this principle.  This might be so obvious to some of you but I had never thought about it in this way.

He suffered so I can be wrong.

If being wrong is part of the plan then am I meant to be wrong at times?  For I could not learn and grow and become compassionate and understanding of others unless I know what it’s like to struggle.

The failing part of me is in fact also the glorious part of me. The two are intertwined and need each other. As I fall flat on my face, I feel how much it hurts, and I do what I am able to stand up again. And when I am stronger, I potentially won’t fall so hard in that same area. Thus, because I am weak I am able to become strong.

Dieter F Uchtdrof put it this way

Our destiny is not determined by the number of times we stumble but by the number of times we rise up, dust ourselves off, and move forward.”
We mortals do not become champions without effort and discipline or without making mistakes.”

I can either pick at the painful wound I received, sitting in self pity wishing I was different, feeling sorry for myself that I was to messed up to prevent myself from falling.

Or

I can turn my heart to the Lord pleading for guidance. For strength beyond my own.  I can cry out asking to know His will and for the power to proceed in His direction.

One will cause me greater pain; the other will lead to greater strength.

Walking this long road of mortal life alone is more than I can bear. But walking with the Savior by my side gives me the courage and comfort and joy even in my wrong doings. Even in my many mistakes.

I now see why the greatest gift truly is the ability to be wrong. For when I am wrong, I see how much I need the Savior with me, taking the hard steps, showing me the way. For in my wrongness I see more clearly His beauty and grace.

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