The Masterpiece

    When I was serving in my first area one of the families there had their daughter come home from her mission. At that time I was struggling with somethings because well as we

all know life is well.. hard. She came home and became a great friend to me. One day she gave my trainer and I this poem and it has been such a blessing in my life. Our Savior Jesus Christ truly knows what we are going through and how to help us. She gave me this poem at the perfect timing when I needed it most and to realize even more, than I did, that I was NEVER alone. Sometimes we want to quit but He always has our back and isn't going to let us down. I have been through some hard things in life and it's because of My Savior that I am where I am today. Trusting in Him and making Him one of my best friends has helped me accept and be proud of who I am.(: When you feel low and down look to the one who has felt it all and I have NO DOUBT you will find comfort there.(: Be proud of who you are because YOU are a masterpiece in His eyes!

                  The Masterpiece 
The Master Artist awaits, chisel in hand. 
 I say, "Ok, I'm ready," and I brace myself for the process.
"This will hurt a little, "He warned," and it won't be easy.
       You will often feel discomfort and will want to quit. 
        But just trust me. I am here the entire way."
At that, he began to chisel.
        He is chiseling away what is unnecessary.
        He is smoothing lines and adding definition. 
"What if you make a mistake?" I ask, 
       "How do you put a piece back on?"
He smiles and whispers to me, 
        "I never make mistakes. I will never need to add pieces wither,
         because the masterpiece is already within. It is just hidden."
And he continues to chisel away ever so gently. 
It does hurt occasionally, and I catch myself doubting His work when
    I see certain pieces fall, but I still trust His skilled hands.
At times throughout the process I feel all alone. 
      and scared because I can't see Him anymore.
I call out to Him and He comes out from behind me.
      "It's Ok," Hes says, "I am here. I was just working from a different angle."
The process is long and sometimes I do want to quit. "Are you almost done?"
      I ask,"I don't like the comfortableness, or the pain."
"I understand," He replies, "but wait until you see the result. Just wait!"
   His eyes sparkle in response.
I am beginning to feel lighter and more alive. He is just smiling and working away.
"Ouch! That was a very painful cut," I exclaimed with tears in my eyes.
     To my surprise He had tears too, " I know, but it was necessary." 
And so the process continued. I didn't fully understand all of His approaches or ideas, but I continued to trust. 
    Finally He stopped and stood in front of me. I thought it mean He was finished.
"I am not done. This is a life long process." He said.
    "Well then why did you stop?" I asked, actually not minding the break at all.
With tears rolling down His face and a look of love in His eyes, He said, 
   "I just had to stop and admire my masterpiece. This is truly the greatest one yet.
You will be very amazing when I am through. This is a masterpiece. 
    Then He wiped away His tears, bent down and picked up His chisel, and carefully
resumed His work. 

What doesn't kill you makes you stronger right?(: