This week, this pathetic, weak, sinful soul was given a precious gift. I was asked to lay my hands upon the head of a young child and pronounce a blessing, by the authority of the priesthood of God.
It was a powerful, humbling experience.
She will be going home from the hospital today, not with the feared syndrome that everyone thought she had, but rather in a state of recovery from a virus.
I don't know what to write. I don't know what to say. Just that this has affected me greatly.