Come, come ye saints

So I am going to briefly interrupt my Book of Mormon project's posts to write about something that I realized today in church. We had an awesome lesson on Faith and Repentance in Relief Society. Our lessons got messed up a little this month, so the songs didn't exactly match the subject, but one was exactly what I needed to hear.

It was Come, Come Ye Saints, Hymn number 30.

I used to think that this song was just a rally to get the saints to cross the plains happily. While this is the reason that this song was written, that doesn't mean that it should be cast away as not being relevant to us. This songs helps us cross our own rocky mountains, forge across frozen rivers and walk miles of seeming wasteland. we are asked to do difficult things, like leave everything behind and cross a country, or tell a friend our beliefs not knowing their response. But all of the trials, hard choices, and low points are to purify us. 

"'Tis better far for us to strive, our useless cares from us to drive. Do this and joy your hearts will swell."

It is to drive out of us the impure things. 

"Why should we think to earn a great reared if we now shun the fight?"

If we pull a Jonah, and turn away from the difficult things that we are asked to do, we will not receive the reward that we came to earth to receive. 

"And should we due, before our journey's through, happy day!... We then are free from toil and sorrow too."

We are going to have days when we feel like we can't take another step, another second in the trial that we are in.

If that is the case, and it takes us, then good. As long as you kept the faith. If you make each step a step of faith, it doesn't matter what comes your way, you can make it through anything. So come ye saints, on the journey home to our Heavenly Father.

"We'll find the place that God for us prepared...where none shall come to hurt or make afraid."

"Our God will never us forsake."

He cannot forget about us. 

"Can a women forget her sucking child, that she should not have compassion on the son of her womb? yea, they may forget, yet I will not forget thee. Behold, I have graven thee upon the palms of my hands; thy walls are continually before me." (Isaiah 49:15)

He has suffered for us. He knows that pains and heartaches that we feel. He cannot forget us, He will not forget us. He will be there for each and every one of us.