Emily Belle Freeman



Overflowing With Gratitude

In Celebration I can't help but take a moment to write down my thoughts at the end of this journey.  Oh, my heart is full. Perhaps you would like to do the same...

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What an amazing adventure this has been.

I am so glad it isn't over... (See yesterdays post for more information...)

December 20, 2012

As I finish the reading on this, the last day, I can't help but reflect on the first day.

Our journey began in Moses with a verse that became an overriding theme of this journey for me...

"They are mine and I know them." (Moses 1:35)

As much as I have learned throughout this journey, one thing has become certain.  The Lord knows His people, and He loves them...every one.

I remember the angel and the ram in the thicket, Joseph who was in the place of God, Moses in bare feet on Holy ground.  The fringes, the special days, the scarlet threads.  The children of Israel, whom the Lord chose because they were the fewest, the manna, and the walking through the wilderness 40 years with His people...to make sure they lacked nothing.

Joshua the possibilitarian, who left a monument of stones so that the people would remember the hand of the Lord, that it is mighty.  Deborah with her torch like spirit. Hannah's petition to the Lord. A Mother in Israel who refused to be destroyed. A Great Woman who cared for the prophet.  David who said he would not build a temple for that which cost him nothing.  Hezekiah who pled unto the Lord.  Jehoshaphat  who learned that the battle was not his, but God's.

I think of Nehemiah who knew what it meant to do a great work and not come down, Esther who was born for such a time as this,  and Job who was blessed more in the latter end than he had been in the beginning.  Isaiah, who testified of the Lord in every chapter.  Jeremiah, whose hope the Lord is.  Ezekiel calling for a man to stand in the gap.

My thoughts fill with a humble birth, the things Mary pondered in her heart, what it means to follow a star.  A young boy in the temple, a young man in the wilderness, the Son of God walking by the sea of Galilee.

Come and see, come follow me, come unto me.


Water turning to wine, loaves and fishes, nets filled to bursting with fish.  A blind man who sees, a lame man who walks, a leper who returns grateful.

She who touched his robe.  She who of her want gave all.  She who loved much.

"Lord, if it be thou, bid me come unto thee on the water..."

"Lord, help thou mine unbelief..."

Mary at His feet.  Mary at His cross.  Mary at His tomb.

The road to Emmaus, to Jericho, to Samaria.

I am reminded of a man on the road to Damascus, Alma and the sons of Mosiah, the Anti-Nephi-Lehi's.  Swords buried in the earth.  Great warriors kneeling in prayer.  Men who became ship builders.  Light bearers.  Sea wayfarers.

Great missionaries.  Instruments in His hands.  Stripling Warriors.

Captains who fought for their God, their liberty, their families.  A promise and and answer that must be asked for with a sincere heart.  With real intent.

Now I consider a young boy kneeling in a grove.  Persecution, trial, testimony.  One who prophesied of a white field, ready to harvest.  Angels on our right hand and on our left who would bear us up.  All these things shall give thee experience, and shall be for thy good.  "Joseph Smith, the Prophet and Seer of the Lord, who has done more, save Jesus only, for the salvation of men in this world, than any other man that ever lived in it."  (D&C 135:3)

The end of the Doctrine and Covenants talks about the great and mighty ones and many faithful daughters.  (D&C 138:38-39)  A list of names we have come to love, Abel, Seth, Noah, Shem, Abraham, Isaac, Jacob, Moses, Isaiah, Ezekiel, Daniel, Elias, Malachi, and the prophets who dwelt among the Nephites.

It is this coming full circle that causes my heart to expand so wide it feels as if it might burst.  I have grown to love these people.  I have learned from their stories.  I have been taught, through them, how well the Lord knows His children, and how much He loves them.

I have witnessed His miracles, His tender mercies, His watch care.

I have seen the way He extends blessings to all of His children throughout the dispensations over all the earth.

This journey has allowed me to learn more of Him who said, "they are mine and I know them."  If He knew them so well, then surely He must know me.

I close the gilded pages of this Holy book and my heart fills to overflowing with gratitude.

For Him.

Emily Freeman