I live for Sundays. I love them. It’s the one day that I can rest from my worries for the day. I just let the day unroll. And, I have to opportunity to commune with the Lord and renew my baptismal covenants.
Last week, I was out of town with my son and brother for a family reunion. We were looking for a ward to attend prior to the reunion. The nearest ward meeting at the best time happened to be the Tongan ward. We decided to attend. It was one of the best sacrament meetings I have ever attended. The ward had such a spirit about it. They sang with gusto (we could learn a thing or two from them), they eagerly stepped forward to bare their testimonies, and they were welcoming to us. We were touched by the spirit. I left with the resolve that I would approach my meetings in a more heartfelt manner.
Sunday, as I attended sacrament meeting, I tried to sing with more gusto (I’m sorry family!). I can’t say that I am less guilty of the sins that I commit over and over and over again, but I am grateful for the Gospel and especially grateful for the experience.