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Walter began praying aloud. "Our Dear Father in Heaven. Forgive me. Please forgive me for my weakness and for what I have done. Grant me the strength to serve Thee and to do Thy will. Grant me the strength to keep myself clean and pure so that I will be worthy to feel Thy spirit and lead people to Thee in the years to come. Please send down Thy love generously upon us, upon me and upon this precious daughter of Thine. In the name of Jesus Christ, amen."
And forgive me, too, I thought to myself as I repeated Walter's amen. I felt so much better and lighter and cleaner for having repented with Walter like that. He was right -- I didn't see how it would have been possible for a confession to the bishop to be more purifying than that. Walter didn't even know the extent of what I had to repent of, yet the spirit had moved him to bring me to this special place to share his repentance with him. It was a sign that he was already becoming more receptive to the promptings of the spirit as to what he needed to do to bring people closer to the Lord and to the gospel. I was sure he would make a fantastic missionary.
He held my hand as we stood up and walked back to the car. Just before we got in, he held me in his arms. Nothing sexual, just a hug. We got back in the car and started driving back.
"This has been a very special evening for me, Jill," he said.
"For me too," I said. I couldn't help but feel like this was the sort of spiritual experience that eternal companions should share.
He drove me to my house and walked me up to my door. At the door he gave me a gentle kiss. Not a kiss of passion but of sweet affection.
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"Will you write to me while I'm on my mission?" he asked.
"Yes, I will."
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