"I want to go, but I'm not worthy," I told my bishop tearfully, looking down at my hands which were folded in my lap.
His face was kind, but he spoke seriously and I knew the words were not really coming from him. "Yes you are. Please don't punish yourself for the past anymore. Know with a surety that your Father in Heaven loves you." He made me look him in the eye as he emphasized his last point. "You are worthy."
I've been needing to hear that for 6 months. How can I possibly doubt?
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