This Sunday as I was sitting in Sacrament Meeting, the tears started falling. I looked around and my heart was full of love for the people around me. My tender bishopric sat pondering on the stands. My roommates, with all their faults and strengths, were close around me. Even my dad had his arms folded next to me, on this particular occasion. I can't describe it even if I wanted to, that incredible feeling of love and gratitude.
There is no other place in the world that I have so often felt the Spirit that strongly or purely. I don't know why the pews of the YSA ward open up the heavens, but for whatever reason, they do. Sacrament meeting has been my eye of the storm lately, in a way it never has been before. I feel His love, not only for me, but for everyone around me. I know that He has a plan for me. I know that everything will be okay. I feel like I am enough.
Alma asks, "If ye have felt to sing the song of redeeming love, I would ask, can ye feel so now?" (5:26)
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