I entered the church building and brought a little bit of grumpiness with me. I don’t know what it was, but I already felt tired and overwhelmed with the heavy load we are carrying right now. Before the sacrament I prayed and repented. I pleaded to have the spirit with me. I thought of my Sunday school class, I pictured each of their faces; I pleaded more earnestly for the spirit knowing I could not and would not teach them without it. As the meeting ended I wasn’t feeling much different. I walked down the hall toward those people I love and had worked hard to prepare a lesson for. It was as if the minute I stepped into the classroom a divine power washed over me. We began the lesson and from the very beginning you could feel there was a special spirit in the room. The youth shared inspiring and powerful testimonies of Jesus Christ’s atonement. Each was personal and sincere. Even those that you wouldn’t expect testified in a profound way. It was a privilege for me to be in the room. We talked about how if we really understood the atonement of Jesus Christ we would never judge another, or be unkind, we would want to help our brothers and sisters, especially those in that room. I showed a couple of videos that we discussed and I asked if anyone else would like to share their testimony of our Savior. I then closed with mine. There have been few times when I have felt the spirit that strong. I’m convinced we were encircled about with fire as the nephrite children who sat in the presence of the Resurrected Christ.  After the closing prayer, something unique happened. Not a single person moved. No one stood up to leave! We just sat silently in that sacred space and moment. It was as if those teenagers wanted His spirit to “tarry a little longer” with them. I’ll always remember the love I felt as I beheld my students that day. Maybe next time I don’t feel I can go and serve, or I’m not good enough to teach, I’ll remember that rich blessings and sacred experiences are ahead when I do.