I bring as my sacrifice a repentant broken heart — as a horse is “broken,” brought into submission to its master. My heart, once wild, is bridled and made tame, learning to recognize and respond to my Master’s voice and will. He has the power to make me holy.
With that offering comes a quiet reaffirmation:
I will go back and try again with all my heart…
Mosiah 18:11 asks a piercing question:
Is it truly the desire of my heart to serve God and keep His commandments?
The affirmation above has lived in my scriptures beside that verse for some time now. It remains both my prayer and my commitment.
This morning, an email from a missionary brought Mosiah 18 into even sharper focus. He shared how a companion gently pointed out that he was, in his words, “a bit full of himself.” It stung. It humbled him. But he recognized truth in the rebuke. The Lord has remarkable ways of chipping away at our imperfections, shaping us into people who can one day dwell in His presence.
That same process belongs to each of us. Each week, as we partake of the sacrament and quietly review the good and the not-so-good of the days behind us, we would be wise to ask Heavenly Father where we need to improve. As our best friend and advocate with the Lord, He will not hesitate to show us — if we are sincere in asking and genuinely willing to change.
Mosiah 18:30 resonates deeply with me: a heart so full that it desires nothing but to sing praises to God. Since my own rescue and conversion to the gospel of Jesus Christ, that desire has been real and constant. Still, I must feed it. Faith, like fire, needs tending.
And finally, my heart returns to a place — HAFB — where I was taught the gospel, where I first gained a testimony of my Savior’s grace. It was there that I found my own “waters of Mormon.” Sacred ground. Sacred memory. Sacred beginning.
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