I'm a violin

I've been reading this great talk by Sandra Rogers entitled Rise to the Divinity Within You and I felt something about the Atonement I haven't felt so clearly before. He knows what it feels like for me to sleep-deprived, overburdened and depressed. He knows how it feel for me to feel disappointed in myself and like I'm regressing in my spirituality. His experiences weren't general, they were personal. He's not comparing me to others' situations because He doesn't have to. He knows me. Shelli. Wife and mother and self. And I love Him for it. I love Him for taking that depth of suffering into his heart so He could understand me when I cry to Him. He felt what it was like to have my imperfect heart in His perfect chest for a moment in time, and nto only does He love me anyway, but He forgives me for my weakness. He knows how hard self-pity tugs at my mind, how covetousness seeps into my heart, how self-loathing soils my idle hands.

Sister Rogers compares us all to violins. That is to say, we are all violins but we don't all make the same kind of music. I want to place myself whole-heartedly in the Master's hands and let His will sound in my every thought and deed. I want His melodies to resonate in my life and fill the lives of those I love with joy. I want to be a light like He is. I want to love like He does. I want to want what He wants. And I feel closer to that reality with the realization that He knows exactly how it feels to be me. He knows how heavy the burden feels on my back, and how hard it is not to cry. He will help me. I know it. He will give me a new heart.