Sense of Comfort

About a month ago I took the Praxis exam. In order for my to start my student teaching I need to pass the Praxis with a score of 168. I studied my butt off and I was very nervous. When the results came back I had gotten a 166. I was devastated. I had worked my butt off and I didn't pass. I registered for the test at that moment and I take the test tomorrow morning at 7:00 am. (November 13)

Ok, so here is when the tie this story back to Grandpa.

I work with a girl named Kelli. Kelli is a great friend. Her husband's name is Chandler. I visit with them often and I am very fortunate to have them as friends. I was sitting on my balcony about a week ago and I was pondering on the Praxis and how my career is on the line. At that moment in time I had an idea. I needed a Priesthood blessing before my test. I asked myself, "really, Mitchell?" I hadn't had a blessing since I moved to Logan 2 years ago. I hadn't had a blessing from anyone other than my Grandpa is years. As I sat on my balcony I felt like I was, in a sense, betraying my Grandpa by having another man lay his hands on my head. That was my Grandpa's job not some other person's job. So I asked Kelli to ask her husband to give me a blessing. Thankfully he said yes.

I went to their house last night after work and they fed me dinner and we talked about many wonderful things. I had told Chandler that I hadn't had a blessing from any other man besides my Grandpa in years, and he was quite honored to have the privilege. After we cleaned up the mess, we took a chair in the living room and Chandler asked for my full name. "Mitchell Rue Watson", I said. "Rue?" "Yes, Rue. It is my Grandpa's name." When Chandler placed his hands on my head and started his blessing he never once used a singular pronoun. The first sentence went like this. "Mitchell Rue Watson, by the power of the Melchizedek Priesthood which we hold, we lay our hands upon your head, and we give you a Priesthood blessing". Another thing that I noted during the blessing was Chandler would sway back and forth like Grandpa would.

When the blessing was done I said thank you and on my way home an overwhelming sense of comfort inundated my body, and for those few minutes while I drove in silence, I knew that Grandpa was there. 2 men gave me that blessing. When I got home I sat on my bed with a smile on my face with gratitude in my heart, and I kindly got on my knees and said, "thank you".

I may not be an active member of the church, and I may not ever return to the church, but I will always have an everlasting testimony of the power of the Priesthood, and I have my Grandpa to thank for instilling in me that foundation of a testimony of the power of the Priesthood and for being able to give his grandson a blessing when he needed one.