I had the opportunity to give two blessings this past week, one a blessing of peace and counsel the other a blessing to heal. I’m in awe of the beauty of priesthood power and its attending peace. It’s sacredness feels at once equal with nature, and yet more.
As some of you may know my sweetheart has struggled with health as long as I have known her. Her struggle has become my struggle, as it should, however I have found my faith tested in her illness as we have searched for answers for her ailments. Interestingly, I was discussing this with those present at the first blessing I mentioned. Not two days later Daria requested a blessing. I admire her faith so much, she said “I know if you give me a blessing my headache will go away.” Circumstance prevented any time for my faith to waiver. Strengthened by my recent priesthood experience, I pronounced the simplest of blessings. It felt good. I then left for church with the older three boys.
As I sat in church I continued to contemplate this subject. The Spirit comforted and counseled me, which counsel I omit here, and it was of great service to my faith and soul.
Later Daria related, that the instant my hands were removed from her head her headache of no small stature vanished. She waited to tell me, not daring to speak or disturb her relief.
What great faith she has! How amazing is the Lord’s power! How thankful am I to have faith strengthened through this experience. The priesthood is a marvelous gift and blessing that allows us to exercise our faith and receive comfort from God. All praise be to his name.
Special Note: I know that for some the discussion of the sacred, personal or religous may seem taboo or unusual. I think discretion is highly important, but I also feel complete censure deprives us of sharing and recognizing what should be a common experience for all-enlightenment and the uplifting peace knowledge and love that is only obtained from one source. Therefore, I continue to share —but a hint and portion—of what in the final analysis is most meaningful to me; and to the soul.
I also have a poor memory.
