Spiritual high

• My first year at girls camp. I was so scared. I didn't know anyone except my sister. I was immediatly accepted by the laurel girls, who were all beautiful, strong, and confident young women. They smothered me in love.  They showed me what it meant to truly love the gospel. Walking away with goosebumps, sore eyes, and a full heart after bearing my little testimony for the first time and for my first testimony meeting. That was a spiritual high.
• Trek. After walking mile after mile, pushing a handcart and holding a ginormous baby, they asked all the men to leave the women behind and watch on the sidelines as the women pushed the cart up a hill. It was intimidating, but my family was strong and we made it without too much struggling. I joined the men on the sidelines, and watched as group after group struggled getting up the hill. Unable to physically help my sisters, We began to sing as we watched. Again, with goosebumps, sore eyes, and a full heart, I continued with my family to the end of the journey. They then asked me to share my testimony for the whole stake. I was on a spiritual high.
• My parents stopped going to church when I was about 13. It was really hard to convince myself to go to church without them. My 4th year at girls camp, I found a spot in the woods, where I was completely alone. I knelt down and prayed to my lord. I felt confirmation that going to church was the right thing to do, and that heavenly father was proud of me. I walked back to camp with goosebumps, sore eyes, and a full heart for yet another incredible testimony meeting. This is one of my favorite spiritual highs.
• Your seminary class is full of good students who have good fun, but are in tune with the spirit. After a particularly good lesson, you walk out of the classroom with goosebumps, sore eyes, and a full heart. You walk on air, cheerful and happy the rest of the day. That is a spiritual high.
• I have one of those particularly hard weeks where it seems the world is out to get me. Its late at night, and I'm laying in my bed. I feel so alone and worthless. I say a prayer and just start to cry. I lay there crying myself to sleep when suddenly, there are no more tears left to cry. It feels peaceful. Despite the goosebumps, sore eyes, and full heart, I am able to lay still, and peacefully fall asleep. This is a quiet, but powerful spiritual high.
• It had been a while since I went up during sacrament meeting to share my testimony. It was fast Sunday, and I was sitting with my sister and a cute little angel named Megan. She dared me to go up to the stand. Right when she said that my heart started pounding, and I knew I was gonna go up whether I wanted to or not. shaking, with goosebumps, and a full heart, I went up and shared my love of the gospel with the ward. Twas a spiritual high.

Spiritual High: Whenever the spirit touches your heart <3