She sat so reverently that Sabbath afternoon during the ministration of the Sacrament.
And when I passed her the tray of water, she carefully picked up a little plastic cup full to the brim with pure water and tenderly placed it to her lips, tipped her head back, and drank until every last drop was gone.
I smiled to myself. This time the lesson was not lost on me.
Every Sunday as the Sacrament is passed, the same familiar scene plays out. I quickly drink my cup of water and wait as my little ones take their time relishing theirs. The tray seems to hover on our bench a little longer than most and at times I’ve wished they would drink just a little bit faster so as not to keep everyone waiting.
But not this time. I watched my daughter savor every last drop of water and wondered how I can become more like a child.
The Sacrament can become more than just a morsel of bread and a cup of water–it feeds our hungry souls, heals our spiritual wounds, cleanses our hearts, renews our covenants, and gives us life. It is a time we can “watch” with our Savior.
This sacred ordinance is holy and powerful. It deserves our utmost reverence. And as my sweet daughter so profoundly taught me, it is worth savoring–every last drop.