How Deeply My Well Runs

"You will learn how deeply your well runs."

I first heard those words last March.
As someone who adores beautiful words and imagery, I couldn't help but be struck by them.
It was a Relief Society lesson winter semester of my freshman year of college, and the Bishop was giving us a lesson on trials. He equated our "well" to our capacity to feel, and to endure.

"You will learn how deeply your well runs."

Well, I learned.
It was astonishing really. I found places inside me that I never knew existed before.
I never knew I could feel that much.
I never knew I could hurt that much.
Or cry that hard.
I never knew I could be that strong.
Or that patient.
I never knew I could laugh that much.
Or be that blissfully happy.
I never knew how much the Lord guided my life, or how close He really is.

I know now.

Over the past year He has allowed me to discover new depth in myself I never knew I had before, and I wouldn't have known had I not been through this very specific set of trials. I think the Lord allows us to get to our absolute lowest sometimes, so we can learn to rely completely on Him.

And it can be terrifying. It is terrifying. And painful.
But it is also beautiful. So indescribably beautiful.

And there is so much happiness to be found if we just look for it. And the pain doesn't last and the darkness turns to light and the tears change from tears of sorrow to tears of joy.

And the Lord is there. He is always there, in the small, intimate, everyday details as well as in the big, earth shattering, life-changing moments. He will never abandon us or leave us helpless. His love is perfect and if we rely on Him, He will see us through. I know this with every ounce of my being.

And my well runs deeper every day.

Deep with gratitude and heartache and love and pain and joy and hope and comfort.

I hope it never stops. 

Love, Brontë  

P.S. This is beautiful.