Life has its challenges. We all know this.
Last night I asked for a blessing.
A dear friend of mine, dressed in a crisp white shirt, was able, willing and ready.
I haven't had a priesthood blessing in years. Years.
As I sat on the wooden chair, I felt like I normally do. It's just a blessing, I thought. No biggie. But as his hands laid upon my head and he began the prayer, a shock of the most calming and reassuring feeling came over my body. I could hear the words being spoken, but my mind was processing the unexpected wave of emotions even more. For those first few seconds, I felt as if I was a lightweight feather floating in the air. A surge of goose-pimples ran from the back of my neck, down to my toes.
I remember this feeling.
It was all coming back to me.
I then focused on the message being said.
The blessing is personal and I'd like to keep it that way... but I would like to share with you one thing that resounded within my heart and shot through my soul like a bolt of lightening:
Heavenly Father is near. Jesus Christ is near. He has felt every bit of our fears, our pains, our anxieties, our worries, our hurt, our tears, etc. He is aware. He knows. He has also been apart of every smile, laugh, happy moment, and loving feeling experienced. He is overjoyed when we are joyous and he grieves when we suffer- no matter how big or small.
I am not alone.
I have never been alone.
You are not alone.
You have never been alone.
Even in the times when we feel so very alone, like no one could possibly get how you feel, that is never ever ever ever the case. There is someone there who gets it precisely.
A small piece of my shaking faith was restored in magnificent ways last night and I'm not sure how to describe it better, other than to say that I felt something very real last night. I felt a love so great. I felt it race through my veins. Something bigger than me. Something so profound and gentle and real.
This blessing was a blessing- for many more reasons than one.