I was officiating in Initiatory last night at the temple, and Sr. Knotts, an every-Tuesday patron was doing family names. As she came in and took a seat, I looked at the name she handed me. The tears began to well up in my eyes.
It was simply a first name.
No middle name, no last name, just a lone first name.
And yet, in the Lord's eyes, this woman is just as important to Him as those whose names we have along with an extensive genealogy of who they are, who they married, their children, etc.
A single name.
She had been found, and her work was being done.
No more information, but precious in the eyes of the Lord. He knew who she was, even if we did not.
It was a very, very holy experience.
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