#2 His Tender Mercies: One Drop At a Time

My favorites, music, & a raw poem of connecting healing and gratitude

I wanted to share my favorite verses from studying Come Follow Me, 3 Nephi chapter 4—

29 May the Lord preserve his people in righteousness and in holiness of heart…

31 And it came to pass that they did break forth, all as one, in singing, and praising their God for the great thing which he had done for them, in preserving them from falling into the hands of their enemies.

33 And their hearts were swollen with joy, unto the gushing out of many tears, because of the great goodness of God in delivering them out of the hands of their enemies; and they knew it was because of their repentance and their humility that they had been delivered from an everlasting destruction.

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One drop at a time

To be sanctified, purified,

and tried.

Sometimes I forget and pray

for every problem to go away,

when it can be the very thing that

refines my focus,

my relationship with Him.

A lady in the pulpit said that healing hurts,

does that mean gratitude can hurt too?

Would that mean recognizing that

He has been there all along

everywhere and anywhere we go or do,

hurt too? Does it hurt similar to cleansing

wounds?

Can I be grateful and still desire for more?

Can I be happy now and dream big dreams? Would God be mad at me?

I wonder if Jesus felt a similar way in His life,

to be surrounded by His family and friends,

and know that there was more,

more than just that moment,

knowing that He can have

more than just that moment

with them,

did He dream of eternity?

Did he feel sadness combined with worry, hope, and joy in one light?

Working in the Lord’s house

makes me feel like one of His angels,

and I guess, somehow, some way, shape or form,

angels also need Jesus, and

Jesus needs us. He wants us, I think.

God, our Father, wants us, and sometimes I forget that.

In His holy house, I remember, I remember,

all over again,

that He is our Living Water,

and if we trust His dews,

and cry

an almighty cry,

faithfully, desperately

giving Him our tears,

maybe He can make an ocean from each drop

a Living Water flowing

for you and me.

I am grateful and I am healing,

because of Him.

It hurts,

but I just can’t help but smile

when I think of a calm,

magnificent unwavering blue,

Jesus, our Living Water,

delivering for all,

counting, catching,

to transform each tear

into something more

one drop at a time.

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And…MUSIC!! I know, I know. But I’m telling you, you can’t miss out on these treasures. I’ve been OBSESSED with these!! Repeat button destroyed.

Yeah, one of them has rap (I don’t think rap is evil, haha)—I’m a big fan of rap if it’s wholesome, purposeful, and done right.

Also shoutout to my sister for helping me find Forrest Frank & Hulvey ❤️ ✨