I have a secret grand daughter that delivers thoughtful gifts at my door when I am not looking. Today she delivered flowers with a sweet note that read: I wanted you to know that I have been thinking of you! Sorry it’s been so long, I made a key-chain for you but misplaced it. 😦 I will send it over once I find it but in the meantime I hope the flowers will suffice, they are straight from my house. Hope you have a great day! 🙂 secret granddaughter.
I have been feeling insignificant lately and this sweet gesture made me break down and cry. It was what I needed! It does more than suffices, it fills my heart with joy.
I started thinking about the Savior and the little things we do in His honor or in remembrance of Him and I know in my mind I always hope it will suffice. I know my Savior feels as I do. It does more than suffices, it fills His heart with joy. Any sacrifice no matter how large or small is deemed worthy in His sight. Oh greatly we are blessed.
The prophet Brigham Young and Joseph Smith was very close in this life and when he, Brigham, laid on his death bed. He saw that Joseph was there to take him home. His last words were: “Joseph! Joseph! Joseph!” The friendship of two prophets, seers, and revelators was about to be renewed.”
One of my fondest memories growing up was the time my father escorted me to a daddy, daughter date. It was something held by the church once a year for fathers to take their daughter’s to a function held in the church building. It usually consisted of games, food and activities. It was a time that was special for fathers and daughters to bond.
I went and although I was terribly shy, awkward and felt so out of place my father made up the difference with his personality. I had so much fun, he made it that way. I was and am so very proud that he was my earthly father elect.
Now I hope and pray that as I take my last few breaths, my words will be “Daddy!” I hope he will come once again to escort me back home.
John 10: 26, 27- When Jesus therefore saw his mother and the disciples standing by, whom he loved, he saith unto his mother, Woman behold thy son! Then saith he to the disciple, Behold thy mother! And from that hour that disciple took her unto his own home.
I have often wondered what this meant, it seemed like a strange thing to say and do while he hung on the cross in his final moments.
But as my days become shorter, I worry about my children as they continue in their lives that they will grow as a family unit. I have often wondered if they would love and care for each other after I am gone.
It is heart wrenching to think that the family bond would dissipate upon my leaving this world. The Lord knows my heart and desires on this. I have wondered if they would be there to lighten each others burdens, or slam their hearts shut.
Not wanting my children to suffer alone but to be there for each other to buoy themselves up as a family in good times and bad, I have learned what was meant by, “Woman behold thy son” and “Behold thy mother”.
A simple statement to reassure these two people that they are not alone and in the depths of their grieving over the loss of their beloved Savior, they both can edify and strengthen each other through this. So too are my wishes for my children.
I have often wondered why my dad was never called to be a Bishop. To me he was spiritual giant, I remember hearing him talk about, the gospel, his Savior and the temple with such love and conviction. I remember walking in on him in his room at night only to find him kneeling in prayer. I remember him arguing with my mom on how they couldn’t afford NOT to pay their tithing or why he wouldn’t go to the store on Sunday to get his whining family ice cream. I remember him bearing his testimony and feeling the spirit testify to me about what he was saying was true. He was an avid home teacher, a hard worker, a real example of what a son of God should be. I remember all of the healing blessings he gave to those who were sick or hurting.
I have often wondered what it was that kept my father from holding a high position in our ward. I know my dad did not do anything without consulting the Lord first. His relationship with his Heavenly Father was so strong. Sometimes Bishops can seem unapproachable and many might be afraid to see them for advice. There was nothing unapproachable about my father. He was welcoming and down to earth.
My father knew no strangers, everyone was a friend he just hadn’t met yet. Much to my mother’s chagrin he could strike up a conversation with anyone, while we waited in the car to drive us home, but he always left an impression on those that he met. Everyone loved him and still does.
No, my father was never a bishop but he was a missionary every moment of the day. I believe he did more good by having the freedom to become a friend to those who might have otherwise stayed strangers.
Too many times we often make quick idle promises to appease another person with no real intent on satisfying them just to buy us enough time in hopes that they will forget.
The receiver of such promises waits with the hope for the day the promise will be satisfied to only find out that the promiser replies with “just kidding”.
Oh how I thank God that I can rely on my Redeemer to make ALL His promises sure.
I cannot imagine if I was to die and stand in front of Him and have Him look at me with a gleam in His eye and then tell me, “Oh yes, you have lived a good life, but guess what? I was just joking, you are not redeemed at all.
Let us all be careful and more aware before we make promises that hold as much as weight as stagnant air.