It’s my turn. It’s time to go. I say quick goodbye to my loved and cherished ones. We are all so excited for me to have my turn.

I go to have last words and get advice from Mother. She tells me all how much she loves me. How proud she is of me and my choice. She tells me that she has faith in me. She tells me that it is ok to not be perfect. Don’t push myself too hard, just do my best. She really knows me so well. We embrace. I am nervous but her eyes only hold great love and great faith. She whispers my name in such a loving way. It is sacred to me.

Now I turn to Father. The love in his eyes is so great that for a moment he is speechless. Then he embraces me. He tells me that I am his and that he knows that things will be hard at times, but that he is always there. He almost says never forget but he stops himself remembering that he can’t because I will forget. I will forget everything. Even this sweet moment with my loving parents.

You see, this has to happen. It is time for me to progress. I need to become like my parents.

We had a family council. Father told us that to become like him, we had to leave the comforts and safety of home and go out to the world and have experiences that would help us to learn and grow. These experiences would challenge us and change us. We could become like my parents.

My parents have a body of flesh and blood. Yet, I am only a spirit. This is how I get to obtain my own body.

Father told us that we would forget everything from our current state. We would have to figure everything out on our own. But he would send us to the world in families. I was so excited to know that I would be able to be with some of my siblings on this adventure! I wondered who they would be.

Father said that we would need a Savior. Big brother volunteered. I felt so relieved. Knowing he would be the Savior made my nerves less intense. But then my other brother volunteered. He said it would make more sense if we just all did what was expected of us so that we would all come home again. No one would have to experience anything difficult. We would all just come down, be born, get our bodies, and he would force everyone to be good and do good and then we could come back.

Father was not happy. He said that the most important part of this experience is that we would all have our agency to choose for ourselves. If you take that away, there is no opportunity to grow and become like him. Brother’s plan wouldn’t work.  

There was a fight. Words were spoken. It became so awful that Father told him to leave. My brother was outraged. So were several of my brothers and sisters. They left with him. I have never felt such sadness before. I miss them. I am so sad that they won’t get to participate in this experience. I have been sad for a while, but I have also been busy preparing for my turn to go to the world.

Back to the present time, I have now said goodbye to many of my siblings. I made promises to find them in the world. I hope that is okay with Mother and Father. I just love these siblings so much that I want to be a part of their earthly life. Even if for just a moment. A lifetime sounds too long to be apart from them!

Now, I go to say my last goodbye. My big brother waits for me near the entrance to the world. His eyes are full of so many emotions. He has already had his time in the world. He went through a lot of hard things. I watched it all from home. I have always love him, but after his time on earth, the things he did for all of us, I love him so much more. A love I never knew could exist.

I go to him and gently take his scarred hand. I know it doesn’t hurt him anymore, but it hurts me every time I think of how he got those scars. He waits patiently as my eyes move from his hand up to his eyes. I can see the love– such great love, in his eyes. It reminds me of looking into Father’s eyes. I also see the anxiousness. For he has experienced great trials in the world. He is anxious for me to experience mine. There is something else. What is that emotion I see? Pride? Is he proud of me? Yes! I think he is. Why is he so proud of me? I almost ask, but I stop myself. I don’t want to know anything. I want to experience it for myself. I will forget it all anyways.

We stand there together just staring at each other for what seems like a long time. I wonder if he is just thinking what words he could possibly say to me knowing that I will forget it as soon as I leave. I wait patiently. I am enjoying all the time I can have in his presence. I always feel the best when I am with him.

Finally, he says. Find me. I smile. I know exactly what he means. I jump at him with the biggest hug that I can. Tears fill my eyes. Of course I will find you! That is the most important thing I can do with my time in the world.

You see, when he had his time on the earth, he made the greatest sacrifice for us. He died for us. He made it possible to repent and turn away from sin. To become clean again. He was resurrected with his body and now I can have my body resurrected too. He created a gospel and a church to help us feel his love, and to learn more about how we can live a life in a fallen world and prepare to go back home. It would feel familiar to us. We wouldn’t be able to remember home, but this gospel would be familiar. He did so much for us!

In the garden, on that night, he suffered with each of us. He suffered all of our pain and sorrows, our physical pains, our mental loads, and all of the wrongs that we would do. Some of us hadn’t even come down to earth yet. We hadn’t even had our opportunity to make those choices or suffer those hurts. But he did.

It is why his eyes are filled with anxiousness for me. He doesn’t want to see me suffer. But I have the greatest gift from him. I can choose to let him take the larger part of the suffering and understand that the plan was for him to be my savior. He volunteered for this. He succeeded in doing it. I only want to reverence that suffering that he did for me. He loves the biggest!

I pull away from our embrace and I promise him that I will find him. Then I turn away and walk towards the entrance to the world. I am leaving behind my loved ones, my comforts, my safety and walking into the unknown.

I feel pressure. So many noises. Then I am relieved from the pressure and all at once I feel many sensations. I’m cold. There is yelling. I am held fast. I am making a noise. Is that my voice? Am I crying? Wow, I am crying loudly! Then I hear something familiar. A voice. I stop crying. Yes! I know that voice! It is one of my favorite voices. Now, I know that I am safe. I try to open my eyes. I can’t see very clearly. But I make out his face. He looks different. But I know it is him. I am so glad I made it safely into his arms. I will be his daughter on the earth. I feel such peace and then, I forget everything.

Dear friends, in my post Find Me, I felt that I was missing something as I wrote it. It took me two days to write it. The second day, I felt it was good and I posted it. Then later, after posting it, I realized I left out the most important part. Finding Jesus in this life. Of course He wanted us to find Him. As I pondered on this, this story came very vividly to my mind.

Tears filled my eyes as I wrote each moment with my Heavenly Parents and Jesus, but my strongest emotion came when I typed about Lucifer and the siblings that left with him. I felt such great sadness at the loss of these heavenly siblings.

I don’t know the emotions that you will feel as you read this. I don’t even know if you will understand it. If you are not familiar with the Plan of Happiness, keep reading.

In the New Testament, Revelation chapter 12 talks about the war in Heaven. John however writes in a way that might seem confusing to understand. I have linked a couple of links to help you understand better.

This is link is a basic understanding. At the bottom of this page, under Related Content, it has a link for scripture references for you to read.

If you want to learn more about His gospel, contact a missionary.

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