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Encountering Christ in Everyday Moments

One day, I was searching through online images to help spark my imagination for a project I was working on. I came across a group of one-line drawings.

If you don’t know what one-line drawings are, it is a straightforward concept.

An artist makes a work of art — out of one line.

Seriously, one line. That’s it.

They set their pen or pencil down, move it around a lot without ever picking it up, and wham—they have a picture.

So, I came across this group of one-line drawings and instantly became enthralled.

They could make one line. Again, one line —

They could take one line and make complex and beautiful art.

Thinking about how difficult that must be, overwhelmed me. I could never do that.

I continued scrolling when, wham—a picture struck me.

My heart felt as if a sword had pierced straight through it.

 It was a one-line drawing of our Savior, Jesus Christ.

This artist found Christ with a simple line.

While I sat pondering again how difficult it must be for an artist to find Christ, with one simple line, the sharp feeling within my chest warmed and found comfort.

As if the words were spoken directly to me, the thought came to my mind, “The artist knew how to find me with a single line, just as you can find me in the many simple things around you.” 

A montage of experiences began flashing through my mind. Everyday moments throughout my life when I saw Him.

He was there.

Confirmation flowed through me. If an artist can find Christ in a simple line, we can find Him anywhere.

The days passed. This moment was always on the top of my mind.

I was able to pause and spend more time looking for Christ — I found Him everywhere.

It reminded me of a talk that President Henry B. Eyring gave several years ago titled, Remember Remember.

President Eyring spoke of a service that his father-in-law provided for his family. The spirit prompted him to write the experience down,

“And as I did, I understood the message I had heard in my mind. I was supposed to record for my children to read, someday in the future, how I had seen the hand of God blessing our family.”

He continued writing these special moments down. He expressed, “As I kept at it, something began to happen. As I would cast my mind over the day, I would see evidence of what God had done for one of us that I had not recognized in the busy moments of the day. As that happened, and it happened often, I realized that trying to remember had allowed God to show me what He had done.”

We can look at our lives.

We can find the evidence.

We can show not only ourselves, but all of God’s children, that He is in the details of our lives.

I end with the testimony of President Eyring, “Tonight, and tomorrow night, you might pray and ponder, asking the questions: Did God send a message that was just for me? Did I see His hand in my life or the lives of my children? I will do that. And then I will find a way to preserve that memory for the day that I, and those that I love, will need to remember how much God loves us and how much we need Him. I testify that He loves us and blesses us, more than most of us have yet recognized. I know that is true, and it brings me joy to remember Him.”

Let us ponder our lives and preserve the precious memories.

Let us bring joy to ourselves, and all those around us.

We need Him. We can find Him.

He is there.

Join us.

Encounter Christ in the Everyday Moments.


To read President B. Eyrings talk in full visit: Remember Remember

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