"I just want a relationship with your Son," I pleaded. "I want to feel close to him and know him again."
I slipped into bed and before sleep took me I heard this as clear as day in my mind: "You do know me," immediately followed by a memory.
The memory was the out pour of love after I had repented of a major sin. It was the hardest time of my entire life and yet I had never known my Savior better. I understood his atonement... what it meant to me personally. I was becoming more like him every day through service. I did know him. And I still do.
I just want to remind everyone it's not easy. Sometimes I lose my faith. Sometimes I wonder or worry. I feel anxious or sad or alone. In those times though, I know it's so important to remember the times when we did feel... when we did KNOW.