I love my Savior so much. I know He is always there for me. I know that He suffered and died for my sins, but also my sorrows and pains and sicknesses. When I think no one knows what I'm going through, I know that He does. He has suffered it all. He is my best friend. I count on Him for so many things, and I know I can always turn to him in my time of need. When I am in my own Gethsemane, He knows how that feels, and He can help me through it. He doesn't always take my burdens away, but He will always help me get through all of my trials. When I feel all alone, I know that He knows me, and He loves me and is there for me. I can't comprehend the love that He has for me. I can't wait until the day when I can see him again and feel the marks in his hands and feet. I will do all I can to live worthily so at that day, He will be able to say to me "Well done, LeeAnna, though good and faithful servant. Welcome home." I love my Savior. I know He lives. I know He is the Son of God, my Redeemer and Savior. And I know He loves me.
