In the weekly LDS service, the emblems of Christ’s body are blessed as He blessed them and passed to the congregation. As I’ve experienced this period where depression outwieghed everything else, the sacrament has gained greater importance in my week.
I don’t think I took it for granted before, but it means more now. The sacrament was tens minutes each week when hope and God’s love took the forefront of my focus.
It didn’t often stay for long, but those few minutes were of critical importance in my journey through the darkness. Without the complete absence of hope, I would not have seen the few minutes of peace each week.
Each week I renewed the promises I had made with God and was reassured the blessings connected to those covenants would eventually come to me.