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EASTER SUNDAY

This week has been pretty anticlimactic because I've been swamped by homework, so I'm just going to skip right to Easter Sunday. I've had an amazing Easter! I thought I wouldn't because I don't get to spend it with family, but it turns out my friends are pretty fun too! :) I already knew that though of course! I started up the morning by opening up the Easter package my family had sent me! I love packages and Easter candy! Win win right there! Then I went to church! I had the opportunity to sing in the ward choir and to perform a duet with Matthew! We sang "I Know That My Redeemer Lives," which is one of my favorite hymns! I really wanted to not focus so much on sounding good as on bringing the Spirit into the meeting. I prayed and asked my Heavenly Father to help me to bring the Spirit through music on this special Sunday. I just loved that I had the opportunity to sing about my Savior! After Sacrament Meeting, a super sweet girl from my hall came up to me and told me how much our performance brought the Spirit to the meeting! I was so touched by her comment and I knew that my Heavenly Father had answered my prayer. I am so grateful that I was able to express my love for my Savior through music! Sunday School and Relief Society were both amazing as well! After church, I had lunch at the Cannon with my awesome friends! Then I talked with my family on Skype. After that, I joined my friends outside and enjoyed the beautiful sunny day! We relocated inside after Anna and Mallory were both attacked by bees. After talking for awhile, we had dinner at the Cannon. Now I must start the homework I've been putting off all weekend! HOORAY for finals!

I just want to bear my testimony on this Easter Sunday about my Savior Jesus Christ. I know that the Atonement is real. I know that the Savior loved each one of us so much that he was willing to suffer in the Garden of Gethsemane for each and every one of us. He and our Father in Heaven love each one of us more than we could possibly comprehend. I know that he suffered not only for the sins of every single one of Heavenly Father's children, but he bore the weight of all of our pains and afflictions. Because of this infinite sacrifice, we never have to be alone. Christ will always understand everything that we go through. I know that the Atonement is real, and not a day goes by when I am not thankful for it. I am so imperfect, and because my Savior suffered for my sins, I can repent and return to live with him and my Heavenly Father someday if I continue to live righteously. I know that he was crucified and resurrected three days later. He conquered death. It is so comforting to know that death is not the end. I will live again and be with my family for time and all eternity! I love my Savior so much, and thank him every day for what he did for me. I am so grateful for the Gospel. I don't know what I would do or where I would be about it. Life was never meant to be easy, but I know that with the Gospel as my rock and the Lord by my side I can do all things and endure to the end.

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