We have this darling Hallelujah-type 78+ woman in our ward who bares her testimony whenever she is in attendance. Today she said, "I just find Heavenly Father is always on my mind." She said it like a school girl disclosing her resent crush to a trusted friend. There was something about it that stopped my wild thought-flowing brain. For the first time in several weeks, I had a chance to stop and think about my own relationship with my Father in Heaven. And I feel so distant. In the chaos of another child, sleeplessness, and daily activities--I have become so causal in my scripture study, fervent prayer, and the little things that matter so vital to the uplifting of one's spirit.
This morning my cousin passed away. She didn't wake from her slumber at age 31. No one--at this point--know why she passed away. When I heard the news, again I wondered, What is my relationship with my Father-in-Heaven? With Jesus? My gratitude for the atonement? The atonement of Jesus for me was a real, eternally tangible experience. I feel awed to ponder on it as I write.
Today, in all of the glory and goodness of the gospel, I feel something like 2 Nephi 4:17, "Oh wretched man that I am!"
Those are sure handsome little men (and girl). Wow, I'm not just speaking as an unbiased Grandma. They are CUTE!
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