not meet for man to travel alone in the wilderness

so last night i was doing my daily gospel study in the library and i got a text from my mom. she told me how much she loved me, that she was thinking of me and praying for me. i read it, a smile came over my face, made a mental note to reply once i finished, moved my phone back to where it was and continued my studies. however, no more than mere moments passed when i began to feel this unusual sense of calmness and peace that came over me. i acknowledged the feeling, but wasn't entirely sure of the reason for it.

then a thought entered my mind. i had the impression that my mother's prayers were similar in power to a father's blessing. it seemed like an interesting idea that i decided to share with my mom in a text, added that i loved her, and went back to studying.

then came a testimony. a completely unexpected witness from the Holy Ghost who decided i was worthy to be taught about the divinity of women. you women are truly amazing. i hate how much this addiction so easily lends itself to objectifying and devaluing their heavenly worth -- there really is something extremely sacred about womanhood. i was impressed by a sense of the preciousness of the daughters of our Heavenly Father. i've never felt such a profound reverence as i did then contemplating the special role females play in this eternal plan of happiness. 

i found myself praying and wishing to keep this same overwhelming appreciation and respect with me always!  i knew that it would be literally impossible to allow myself to look through the selfish and sexually objectifying lens which this addiction tries to force my vision.

And then a revelation of truth: it is possible to always feel this way!