Monday, September 14, 2020

Home Church Week 26/This is why I blog.

During our delightful home church (Lottie conducted the meeting),
we discussed how easy it can be to forget spiritual memories
 and the experiences we've had over time. 
Sometimes it happens.
 Our discussion was about how we can renew the faith in our testimonies
because maybe we've forgotten the goodness of the Lord 
and the kindness we've been shown by Him before.
I have seen the hand of the Lord in my life so many times!
In small daily simple ways, and in big powerful, obvious ways too!!
My goal as I blog has always been for my children and posterity to see
and always remember God and His goodness and kindness as a loving
Father in heaven.
I know my entries are never masterpieces.
But I know I have seen the hand of the Lord in my life and my children's lives,
and I want them to always remember.
This blog is my way of preserving those memories and messages to us from
 God because he loves us, and we can't do it without him.
A talk given by Henry B. Eyring is precisely how I feel.
This part really spoke to me:

"When our children were very small, I wrote down a few 
things about what happened every day. Let me tell you how that got started. 
I came home late from a Church assignment. It was after dark. My father-in-law, 
who lived near us, surprised me as I walked toward the front door of my house. 
He was carrying a load of pipes over his shoulder, walking very fast and 
dressed in work clothes. I knew he had been building a system to
 pump water from a stream below us up to our property.

He smiled, spoke softly, and then rushed past me into the darkness
 to continue his work. I took a few steps toward the house, 
thinking of what he was doing for us, and just as I got to the door, 
I heard in my mind—not in my own voice—these words:
 "I'm not giving you these experiences for yourself. Write them down."
I went inside. I didn't go to bed. Although I was tired,
 I took out some paper and began to write. 
And as I did, I understood the message I had heard in my mind. 
I was supposed to record for my children to read, someday in the future, 
how I had seen the hand of God blessing our family. 
Grandpa didn't have to do what he was doing for us. 
He could have had someone else do it or not at all.
 But he was serving us, his family, 
in the way covenant disciples of Jesus Christ always do.
 I knew that was true. And so I wrote it down,
 so that my children could have the memory someday when they would need it.
I wrote down a few lines every day for years. 
I never missed a day no matter how tired I was or how early
 I would have to start the next day.
 Before I would write, I would ponder this question: 
"Have I seen the hand of God reaching out to touch
 us or our children or our family today?"
 As I kept at it, something began to happen.
 As I would cast my mind over the day, I would see evidence of 
what God had done for one of us that I had not recognized in 
the busy moments of the day. As that happened, and it happened often,
 I realized that trying to remember had allowed God to show me what He had done."
Dear Nies,
May you always know that it was through these silly and simple
entries that I always recognized and remembered the
 hand of the Lord in our lives.  
I hope you never forget, but if you do, this blog/journal
will help you remember.
 I love you!
Love, mom

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