I recently started a new job and moved into a new house with roommates. One of the first things I noticed at this new house is a magnet that says, "Jesus loves everyone, but I'm His favorite." I thought it was funny, because I often think to myself that God has to love me extra special because of many of my life experiences. Two experiences in the past week have strongly reminded me of the love of my Savior.
Last Thursday, I went to get in my car after work and it would not start. Background: I know nothing about cars and how they work. I was tired and had been excited to go to the temple after work was over. Maybe it was one of those straws that broke the camel's back, but after trying a few more times to start my car with no success, I put my seat back all the way and just cried. I felt so lonely. I couldn't call my dad to come help me. I am still new enough that I don't even know who would be in the area to come rescue me from my parking garage. I just wanted someone to come fix it. So I prayed. And I know God heard. Because after I cried a minute and calmed down :) I got out of my car and started looking for someone to help. I got in the elevator and figured I would just start searching on each of the levels of the parking garage until I found someone. I stopped a woman who was getting into her car and asked if she had jumper cables in her car and she replied that she did, but didn't know how to use them. I told her where my car was and she said she would meet me there. As I got out of the elevator, I saw two men going to their cars. I asked them if they were familiar with jump starting a car and despite their suits and fancy watches said they would try to help. With the assistance of these very real and literal good Samaritans, I was able to start my car. Despite my effusive gratitude, I do not think they knew how much that meant to me. As I drove out of the parking lot, tears were streaming down my face again. But this time it was because 1) my faith was restored in humanity --- people are good, and they want to help one another and 2) God sent me angels. He didn't come and start my car, but I know He put those people in my path at the exact right moment to help me.
This past weekend, I was able to go with friends to a beach house where we watched the General Conference of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. When I told my papa what I was doing, he responded that the coast had always been one of his own father's favorite places. My grandpa died when my dad was 12-years-old, so I have never met him in this life. I have always loved learning more about him and who he was- so I was excited to be able to think of him while at the coast. My times at the beach, and many of the talks at Conference, were extra special for me because I was thinking of how much I will love being with my grandfather one day. And all weekend I knew that Jesus loves me extra special, because He died so that I can see my grandpa, and enjoy doing all those fun grandpa things with him that I might have missed out on in this life.
I love my Savior, Jesus Christ. I think that it is incredible that the same love I feel from my Savior is accessible to EVERYONE. It makes my life whole- He strengthens my inadequacies and fills my heart with peace and love.
I glory in my Jesus, for he hath redeemed my soul - 2 Nephi 33:6
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