No One Can Take Your Place

Well I am having a bad night with the fibro so I thought it was a good time to read the book that has been chosen in the goodreads group I am a member of: No One Can Take Your Place by Sheri Dew.
I am quoting some from the book and that will be in italics.

Sister Dew states that: in the pre-mortal world we stood loyally by Our Father and Jesus Christ. The question is, in this second act of a 3 part journey, will we be loyal again?

Satan unleashes his fury at Our Father and the Saviour by using it against those who are determined to stand as witnesses of God.
The scriptures are full of men and women who believed in Jesus Christ, understood the fundamental doctrines of the gospel and where and how to turn for help.

Do we know these things? Do we know that the Atonement can heal broken hearts and turn our mortal weaknesses into strengths?
This last question I feel for myself and maybe some of you as being very important to know at this time. I have fibromyalgia and struggle with pain, fatigue, anxiety, depression and at this present time very rarely leave my apartment. What good am I? 

In the midst of my trials I have come to love God more and feel His love for me and all His children. I have felt the power of the Atoning sacrifice of Jesus Christ and His desire to help and succor us. If I hadn't had this disease I may have been too distracted by the world to learn these things. But God has made me be still, ponder and pray and draw close to Him. Everything I do every day is by the grace of God and I know it. 

I am certain that you also have trials for it is through our trials that we become what we came here to be; servants of God and servants of our fellow man.


The title of the book struck me deeply. I remember when my son was very young, I did not know I had fibromyalgia, but I knew I had very little strength or energy. A friend came to visit with her little girl; they had been swimming. After they left I remember sitting on the bottom step of the stairs and crying. I couldn't take my son swimming and teach him these skills. I could barely look after him and myself. I felt a failure as a mother. But I was not just crying, I was crying to the Lord. I felt a sure impression that all was well; that anyone could teach my son to swim but only I, his mother, could day by day teach him faith and love of God through my endurance of my trials and my love of him. 12 years later my son advanced to lifesaver in his swimming and I continue to bear my testimony of the gospel and quietly love and pray for him. He is a young man I can be proud of. No one else could be his mother, that was my job. No one else can take your place for those in your life. We are all needed to be faithful and diligent calling on God to help us.

I hope you know that you are special and needed.