Remember this post? I realized latter that it was a loss, hence why the huge anger and tears. I lost a place to go for help, a possible supporter, a confidante, the Lords voice. I've always had that. Never had I felt like I did then about a bishop.
Today I went to see my new bishop. What a difference. He knew I needed to speak to him, before I even asked (it's not hard when you're crying all through sacrament mtg). He prayed before hand the most beautiful complete prayer. He listened, he asked questions, he spoke words of comfort. Oh I wanted to praise his name to the Lord, to praise the Lord.
He asked first about my childhood, what kind of family life I had. He asked about my mission. Elder Gardner came up. Turns out I did the right things. I wasn't as bad as I thought.
I told him about my marriage, about how things are now and about my finances. These are some of the things he said:
The Spirit tells me your a good person. I'm here as the Savior. I take that seriously. I'm here to help you get to happy again.
The Spirit tells me the Lord loves you. He knows exactly what you're going through. This is a trial, a trial of your faith.
Something that everyone else out there has experiences just like this, or a family member that has so close to this.
You'll be stronger because of this. You'll look back and understand why you had to go through this.
Maybe you're here to help me, or I'm here to help you.
You will have an opportunity in the future to marry again, I don't know when or with who, I haven't felt anything about that.
Let's talk some more.
Counseling may be something we can do.
Oh, what a difference! What a relief. I know I am in good hands. Really good hands.
I must of needed to move here for him! He had me end in prayer. I thanked the Lord for him.