If you're not familiar with a Latter-day Saint Church service, I'll inform you of some of the things that go on--if you are, you can skip down a paragraph or so.
Spoiler alert: Church is three hours. It sounds scary, ominous, and like it's a giant chunk of a Sunday, but it's really an enjoyable experience and you'll never regret staying each hour because of the Spirit you feel and the lessons that you will learn from that Spirit. That being said, one of the Church hours is a sacrament meeting, where we partake of bread and water in remembrance of Christ and to renew promises that we have made with Him. Holders of the Priesthood will bless the bread and water and other Priesthood holders will then pass the bread and water, via trays, to the rest of the congregation.
Well, during the Sacrament service this week you could hear a little girl scream: "Yay, the water!"
This little girl was so excited to be able to partake of the emblems of Christ and it made me, and I'm sure others, wonder: Am I this excited every Sunday to partake of the emblems of Christ? Am I this excited to live the gospel of Jesus Christ? Am I this excited to wake up each Sunday to go to three hours worth of Church meetings?
A prophet wrote: "And now behold, I say unto you, my brethren, if ye have experienced a change of heart, and if ye have felt to sing the song of redeeming love, I would ask, can ye feel so now," (Alma 5:26).
What a penetrating question.
There are a myriad of things we can apply that question to, but for this post I want to apply it to our marriages.
When we were courting there was an abundance of laughter, of lingering looks, of expressions of care and love--but are those still strong in our marriages?
As I pondered that, for myself, I've realized I treat my marriage almost like a chore, or another thing to check off the list--life is busy and it seems like there isn't time for romance. This should never be the case and I want to do all I can to remedy this before things actually get overwhelmingly busy.
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