This past Sunday was so beautiful. It was a Sunday of healing.
These past few months, I have dedicated myself to bearing my testimony on the pulpit every fast and testimony meeting. This vow was broken last month because I was in Orlando for my Mom's and Uncle Wayne's birthdays. I was sickened when I realized I wouldn't be there to bear my love of Christ with listening ears soaking in the words of my heart and soul.
When I first woke up, I was still a bit shaken and hurt. Then, remembering my other vow to myself (listening to/reading a conference talk everyday), I got on Youtube, and went to the Mormon Messages tab in my subscriptions. I watched Elder Richard G. Scott's talk on the blessings of eternal marriage. It made me think of my husband and children. The testament of temple marriage brought a fearsome wind of the Holy Ghost to my entire being. As I was sitting in the car on the way to church, it only became stronger. Even when one of my cousin in-laws, Christopher, (who was unexpectedly visiting our ward) walked in, I was still not afraid to stand and I knew I just had to bear my testimony.
I cried, as I always do. They weren't tears of pain and anguish as they were just the night before. They were tears of relief and a kind of emotion that can only be described as celestial joy. It was such a beautiful experience that I shared with my Heavenly Father. I stumbled and stuttered, but only because the Spirit was speaking to me in the most clear and concise way, and I wanted to interpret His words with an exactness.
I came home full. Full of the Spirit. Full of love that can only be from my Heavenly Father and my Savior.
I wrote in this journal my friend Casey and I are making for my friend Kristen of my experience that autumn afternoon. It was the first time I just didn't care what she would think (she's a bit intimidating). My heart has been so full and rich since then. When I thought I would never be at that place I was during the summer ever again, Heavenly Father brought me back. He brought me back to peace and strength. I am so grateful to him for that.
Everything will be okay, reader. Really.
These past few months, I have dedicated myself to bearing my testimony on the pulpit every fast and testimony meeting. This vow was broken last month because I was in Orlando for my Mom's and Uncle Wayne's birthdays. I was sickened when I realized I wouldn't be there to bear my love of Christ with listening ears soaking in the words of my heart and soul.
When I first woke up, I was still a bit shaken and hurt. Then, remembering my other vow to myself (listening to/reading a conference talk everyday), I got on Youtube, and went to the Mormon Messages tab in my subscriptions. I watched Elder Richard G. Scott's talk on the blessings of eternal marriage. It made me think of my husband and children. The testament of temple marriage brought a fearsome wind of the Holy Ghost to my entire being. As I was sitting in the car on the way to church, it only became stronger. Even when one of my cousin in-laws, Christopher, (who was unexpectedly visiting our ward) walked in, I was still not afraid to stand and I knew I just had to bear my testimony.
I cried, as I always do. They weren't tears of pain and anguish as they were just the night before. They were tears of relief and a kind of emotion that can only be described as celestial joy. It was such a beautiful experience that I shared with my Heavenly Father. I stumbled and stuttered, but only because the Spirit was speaking to me in the most clear and concise way, and I wanted to interpret His words with an exactness.
I came home full. Full of the Spirit. Full of love that can only be from my Heavenly Father and my Savior.
I wrote in this journal my friend Casey and I are making for my friend Kristen of my experience that autumn afternoon. It was the first time I just didn't care what she would think (she's a bit intimidating). My heart has been so full and rich since then. When I thought I would never be at that place I was during the summer ever again, Heavenly Father brought me back. He brought me back to peace and strength. I am so grateful to him for that.
Everything will be okay, reader. Really.
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