Yesterday while we were driving to my mom's house to celebrate Mother's Day with her a week early, I was chatting with Taylor. He had gone up to the stand to participate in blessing the Sacrament. A few moments later I saw him walk out of the chapel. I assumed he had to blow his nose or something. He walked back in during the opening hymn with a loaf of bread in his hand. Apparently, one of the Teachers had forgotten to bring a loaf today. The Priests reverently finished getting the Sacrament table ready for later in the meeting. Taylor blessed the water today. He did a beautiful job. It was his first time. He had blessed the bread a few times before, but not the water. Taylor is incredibly shy and hates being in front of people; yet, you would never know it when he is blessing the Sacrament.
I asked him, "On a scale of 1-10, 1 being no stress at all and 10 being the worst anxiety ever, what is his stress level when he blesses the Sacrament?" He said that a few seconds before it shoots up to an 8 or 9, but when he is praying he feels calm. That is such a tender mercy for him. I am so proud of him. He doesn't appear nervous at all. I'm so grateful that he realizes this is a blessing to him and I'm grateful that he is willing to participate whenever he is needed. He can do so many hard things!
I asked him, "On a scale of 1-10, 1 being no stress at all and 10 being the worst anxiety ever, what is his stress level when he blesses the Sacrament?" He said that a few seconds before it shoots up to an 8 or 9, but when he is praying he feels calm. That is such a tender mercy for him. I am so proud of him. He doesn't appear nervous at all. I'm so grateful that he realizes this is a blessing to him and I'm grateful that he is willing to participate whenever he is needed. He can do so many hard things!
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