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.
