By now, three other moms, trying to control their unruly children, had joined me in the foyer. The sacrament prayer had been said, and a priesthood holder politely came out to the foyer to give us all the opportunity to participate in this sacred ordinance. The only thing was, I wasn’t feeling like I was participating in anything sacred. There was no quiet moment for reflection. There was no time to ponder its significance. There was no fortifying spiritual experience. It felt very much like I was just eating a piece of bread, drinking a cup of water, and trying my hardest to make sure my son only took one.
I wasn’t handling this well, especially since just a few days earlier I had read the dozens of wonderful responses
that people gave on social media about how they make the sacrament special. I thought, “I can’t do any of those things, especially with this son of mine. It’s impossible for a mom like me to have a spiritual experience during the passing of the sacrament.”
I thought Sunday was ruined. I went back into the chapel after the sacrament was done and testimony meeting had started. The first testimony I heard changed my whole perspective on the day.
A sister shared how she was reading in her scriptures in the book of Mosiah and came across a verse that talked about having a “bright testimony
.” She loved the thought of having a bright testimony like prophets and apostles in the scriptures and wanted to make changes in her life to enjoy that blessing. She has four young kids, just like me, and she talked about how hectic it can be on Sundays. To combat that craziness, she shared how she had started praying fervently for spiritual experiences every Sunday that would help to make her testimony brighter. She got emotional as she said that every time she prayed in faith for a testimony-strengthening experience to come on Sunday, it came. Sometimes it happened at church, sometimes it didn’t happen until she got home, and sometimes a tender moment didn’t come until the very end of her day. The point was they came. As she prayed in faith, Heavenly Father answered her prayer to have a testimony-strengthening experience every Sunday.
For these three minutes in sacrament meeting, my kids were all quiet. I was able to listen to her testimony, and it was just what I needed to hear. As I felt the Spirit, my eyes welled with tears too. I needed to pray for help when it came to Sundays. But I also felt like I needed to give myself a break. Spiritual experiences are not limited to the few minutes in which the sacrament is passed. That’s the ideal but not the reality for many. My kids are never going to sit perfectly reverent (at least for a couple of years). My two-year-old may never be entertained by his “sacrament book” filled with pictures of Jesus. But that doesn’t mean that Sunday needs to be a bust. Sometimes all you need is a moment, just a minute of feeling the Spirit to rejuvenate you enough for the coming week. On that Sunday, that testimony, those three minutes, was the rejuvenation I needed.