Healer of Hearts - Print
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It’s now normal to sit outside of Sacrament meeting so I can stand as needed to alleviate my chronic sciatica. Two Sundays ago, I painfully & patiently grimaced through the meeting on the couch in the foyer. As the sacrament was blessed, I turned my thoughts to the Savior & eagerly awaited my opportunity to partake. No one came out into the foyer. Shortly thereafter, the water was blessed, & I knew I had missed my opportunity.
Hurt that my sacrifice of wincing through the pain hadn’t allowed me to partake of the sacrament, I began to cry. Was my effort not enough?
A small sacrament is held weekly at my facility for the patients. In the past, my attempts to partake of the sacrament had been interrupted as I’d have to rush out & help a patient.
As the bread was blessed, I paused my work to bow my head & fold my arms. Upon the passing of the bread, I realized the furniture arrangement made it difficult for the sacrament to reach me. Weaving my way toward the priesthood holder, I felt ashamed that I was distracting from the meeting.
As I approached him, I felt unqualified to partake. Standing before him in my scrubs, pink sneakers, and yellow mask, I contemplated kneeling or bowing to show respect for the ordinance.
After partaking, the Spirit touched me. In times past, the only decision I had to make to make to partake was to outstretch an arm & pass the sacrament through my lips.
My sacrifice was physical.
As I sat & pondered, tears streamed down my face as I realized my effort to partake was physical. I had literally come to the body of the Savior to partake of his soul-saving sacrifice. I did not only come to Him in Spirit, I had also physically come to him.
In that moment, I knew that He knew. He had not forgotten about me. He was fully aware of the struggles, & I felt an even deeper connection to Him. I knew I was not alone in my trials, for I was with the Healer of Hearts. ♥️
