(New Years Polar Plunge with Claire, 1/1/24)
Today was spent at the retreat, discussing with women of
all ages about God and the covenants we make with Him.
We focused particularly on the garment, which is often criticized
and misunderstood by many in the world.
I love my garments; they are so much more than underwear,
and it's not even right to compare the two.
They are a physical reminder of the Savior and the promises
we keep with Him.
I feel close and protected to the Savior when I wear them.
I was protected and preserved from the accident
by honoring my covenants with Him and by wearing them.
President Holland says:
Meanwhile, back at home, my Halloween decor is still up,
“We are baptized once in our lives. We partake of the sacrament once a week.
We attend the temple as circumstances permit.
But the garment of the holy priesthood is different:
This symbol we honor every day and night. ...
“When we put on the garment, we are, as the First Presidency has taught,
putting on a sacred symbol of Jesus Christ. That being the case,
why would we ever look for an excuse to take that symbol off? ...
On the contrary, whenever we do have to temporarily remove the garment,
we should be eager to put it back on, as soon as possible,
because we remember both the promises and the
perils that give meaning to our covenants.
Above all, we remember the cross and empty tomb of Christ.”
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and Christian sent me this photo and told me he missed me.
