Healing

I am healing slowly. It is just one week ago exactly that I ended up with Q fever. Went to the temple today. It was difficult standing through five verses of  "I am wretched." I sure am. My knees needed support and so I held on to the pew but it was so great to receive the Lord. I miss receiving him daily. I can sit down and lie down and read some more but I soon fall asleep. The garden is a mess. Can't weed and now I am going away.....Could not help comparing my garden to the gospel today. Dear Lord: at the end of time please bundle Chucky, the priest in the closet church, and the one with the yellow fangs who is now in Canada and at least singe them. Yes, yes, YOUR justice not mine but I hope you have been as revolted about your servants as I have been on and off.