Do you feel so now?

Sometimes I imagine what Mary Magdalene felt like when she gazed at her Master's empty tomb. The loneliness. I also imagine Jesus Christ's appearance there, just waiting for her to realize He had risen. I imagine the moment she realized that He had risen from the dead... .. .

Moments I realized that He has risen:

* During my baptismal interview. I saw a picture of my Savior and knew that I had faith in him.

* During sophomore seminary class with Brother Baker;  there was a painting of Jesus Christ as he prayed in Gethsemane and I felt His love for me. 

* What I felt when I stood up to bear my testimony about living prophets when President Gordon B Hinckley passed away.  

* When I was sad and knelt to pray in my old room at my dad's house. I read a scripture and felt peace. I don't remember what it said...

* When I learned how much Joseph Smith loved his brother Hyrum and I compared that love to that between my sister Irina and I. It made him real. A real prophet, a real brother. 

* What I felt while praising Him with hymns in choir con La Región Hispana.  

 * Institute class con el Hermano Jose Alvaro Mora.  

 * When I was guided by a stranger to the Hong Kong Temple after being lost on the train for a long time. I knew He was watching out for me.  

* When I gave my tithing to my Bishop after exchanging the Chinese yuan I had saved in a wad in a sock in my closet for a year. 

* During my second lesson in Japan with a Chinese woman and I was given the chance to feel the love Christ has for others. 

* During interviews with President Wada.  

* Riding my bike down the hills of Yamato. Seeing the sunset and knowing that Heavenly Father Loves His sister missionaries. 

* Praying and asking for another confirmation that The Book of Mormon was true. Finishing the book while sitting on a trampoline and feeling a The Spirit's testimony of it being the word of God. 

* When I was hit by a car driven by a less active catholic while crossing an intersection on my turquoise mamachadi. I knew I was loved because of all of the miracles that followed. 

 

* Coming home to a family that loves and cherishes me,again and again and again. 

* Being given the peace that came when I truly forgave my attacker.  

* Recognizing that God had protected me during my years of abuse.  

* My siblings helping me crawl out of my dark piece of hell into a home where love abides.  

* Listening to Harry Bonner's testimony during weekly practice with the Debra Bonner Unity Gospel Choir.  

*Meeting the sweetest soul that has helped me re-learn love.  

*Being forgiven of my sins, even the same sin, again and again.  
 

He has risen. I can see it. I can feel it. He lives. I know it. I learn it. I live it. My life is a testimony of His love. I am not a perfect example of Jesus Christ, no. My life is the perfect example of His love for me.  

And he loves you too.