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Follow God's Light, Even when it Goes Out of View

I was reading a talk this morning byElder L. Whitney Clayton of the 70. He shared a story of a little girl named Sailor who lost her family in a plane crash. She survived the crash, but was left without shoes in the 38 degree weather. She chose to bravely press on through the wicked cold and go to a light that she saw in the distance. I love the following excerpt from the talk:

"Gradually, as she made her way through the night toward the light, it grew brighter. Still, there must have been times when she could not see it. Perhaps it went out of view when she was in a ravine or behind trees or bushes, but she pressed on. Whenever she could see the light, Sailor had evidence that she was on the right path. She did not yet know precisely what that light was, but she kept walking toward it based on what she knew, trusting and hoping that she would see it again if she kept moving in the right direction. By so doing, she may have saved her life.

Our lives can be like that too. There may be times when we have been hurt, when we are tired, and when our lives seem dark and cold. There may be times when we cannot see any light on the horizon, and we may feel like giving up. If we are willing to believe, if we desire to believe, if we choose to believe, then the Savior’s teachings and example will show us the pathway forward."

*Read the whole talk here

I know there are many right now who cannot see that light on the horizon. Maybe they feel like giving up. Remember, as Elder Clayton says, even if the light is out of view at times, if we press forward in faith, we will make it.

I've had dark times in my life and though I may not know perfectly what others around me may be suffering inside, I know there is someone who does. He is our Savior, Jesus Christ. He has helped me and he is helping you. He will continue to help you even when you struggle to see that he can.



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