I did not feel like going to church.

It was a Sunday morning in college, life had dealt me a couple of rough blows recently, and I just wanted to stay in bed.

Just this one time.

My roommates kindly encouraged me to get up and go to church.

Even though people surrounded me, I felt alone that Sunday.

I thought that no one could really understand what I was going through.

But as I sat in Relief Society, the teacher started to share some struggles she was currently dealing with.

And she was dealing with almost the same exact issues as I was!

Tears welled in my eyes as she talked about how hard it was.

But she also shared how she was turning to God and having some incredible spiritual experiences despite her trials.

That was the message I needed to hear!

I had been so frustrated and overwhelmed that I wasn’t turning to God like I knew I should.

On that Sunday morning, I needed to be comforted by someone else’s faith so that I could grow my own faith.

When Paul wrote his letter to the Roman saints, he told them that he couldn’t wait until they were united.

Why?

“That is, that I may be comforted together with you by the mutual faith both of you and me.” (Romans 1:12)

When we meet together with friends, family, or ward members during tough times, it’s not just “social.”

We can help comfort each other by sharing our experiences and our mutual faith in Christ!

Happy Studying!

-Cali Black

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