Firstly, I want to thank all of you who commented on my last post, which let's face it was an emotional dumping ground. I really do appreciate it (as well as those of you who sent personal emails). I know this is a process, and your comments helped greatly. But I'll talk more about that another time.
Today I wanted to talk about the priesthood.
Yesterday I was able to be present during a special priesthood blessing. My husband stood and assisted in blessing someone who really needed the comfort of the Lord.
Despite all my fears and doubts that do on occasion rise up, there's one thing I've always believed in, and that's the priesthood. God speaks to his sons who bear this responsibility. I know that. Even if sometimes my doubt in God creeps up, I still know that the priesthood is real (contradicting thoughts, I know).
But last night, during the blessing, things were said that needed to be said. The man who gave the blessing had no prior knowledge about what was happening in the life of the person who needed the blessing. Just that comfort and guidance was needed to help make importance decisions that were soon to come. But details were spoke, details that few in the room knew about. Details that hadn't been spoken openly before. But God knew, God knows. He knows what needs to be said and when it needs to be said, and who needs to say it.
Despite all my doubts, fears and everyday worries regarding my own faith - I know this to be true.
