My mother had hip replacement surgery on Thursday, and I went to visit her a few hours later. She wasn't in too much pain while she was resting, but she was afraid of what was to come. She was also getting uncomfortable in the position she was in, so the nurses came in to help her roll over on her side bit. As they tried to maneuver her, she cried out in pain. She told them she couldn't do it, that it hurt to badly, but she needed to get moved, and so they kept going. It only took 20 seconds, but I could see the deep pain she was in. Afterward, as tears rolled down her cheeks, she asked my father "How am I going to do this? I can't do this."
It broke my heart to see my mother in so much pain, not knowing how she was going to be able to function, to keep moving forward. As my tears began to echo hers, a picture came to my mind of the Savior kneeling in Gethsemane, taking upon himself the pain of all of humanity. I felt that he had suffered this exact moment in time for my mom, that he was in that room with her, wiping her brow, tears streaming down his face. I felt the need to impart that message to her, and gave her a blessing, wherein the Lord emphasized his love for her.
It was a comfort to me in that dark moment of pain and sorrow of somone I love dearly that He has suffered all that we have, or will. He took upon himself our grief, and sorrows, and afflictions that we might rejoice in His love, and return into his presence.
I bear witness that He lives. He loves us more immensely than we have the capacity to feel it. We need only turn to Him in times of grief or pain, and we will find he was standing beside us all along.
I love you, my beloved brothers and sisters,
Taylor.
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