Eva took the car keys from her dad with a shaking hand, causing them to jingle a little. Anxiety felt like a stone in her stomach at the same time as her chest fluttered with excitement.
“Are you ready?” Dad asked.
She almost said she wasn’t sure, but she’d been looking forward to this for a long time. No sense in putting it off. So she nodded.
They took their seats in Dad’s car, Eva behind the steering wheel and Dad riding shotgun. Eva slipped the key into the ignition and turned it. The engine awoke, and Eva gripped the wheel hard. The car seemed much bigger when she was the one sitting in the driver’s seat.
Several months ago, I was at a point where I felt keenly my flaws. While in church on a particular Sunday during that time, I spoke in front of the congregation, and I said that the older I get, the more I realize that I need Jesus Christ.
In April 2015, Elder L. Whitney Clayton, now an emeritus Seventy, told the story of Sailor, a girl who survived a plane crash. Her story provides a true-to-life representation of the journey and challenges we face during our mortal lives and the best way to get through them. I encourage you to read Elder Clayton’s entire message using the following link:
Apollonia had moved to a new country a couple of years ago to pursue her education. Since that time, she had come to know a man by the name of Gerard. The nature of their relationship proceeded from mere acquaintance to friendship, and from there to dating. Finally, they became engaged.
As the big day of their wedding approached, Apollonia became increasingly excited. As an organized person, she felt she had all of the preparations well in hand. But then her anticipation became dampened when a friend asked her if she had started the paperwork to have her name legally changed.
The gospel of Jesus Christ contains what appear on the surface to be dichotomies or contradictions. But when you look more closely with a balanced view, seeming incongruencies become details that help us understand our Heavenly Father more deeply.
The Parable of the Woodcarver touches on a couple of these dichotomies that represent God’s workings with us. The woodcarver himself, of course, is our Father, and we are the wood in His hands that become fine carvings.
First is the idea that as the One doing the shaping, He has complete control, but at the same time, the carving takes on a life of its own. How is that possible?