I was up watching the the Angels take on the Yankees last night when I all the sudden remembered that it was my turn to teach my Young Men's class on Sunday morning. That was about 10:30 pm. So I got to work. To make a long story short, I didn't get to bed until 1:00 am. Libby woke up at around 4 am and didn't go back until 6 am. At church, I chased Libby around and tried to keep her quiet in class. It seemed like I hadn't got much out of church or even had a moment to feel the spirit, until Priesthood opening exercises. For our opening hymn, we sang "I am a Child of God" A capella. Libby was silent and the room was silent. The spirit spoke to me and just calmly let me know that I am a child of God and he loves me. That was all I needed... Church was a success.
Now if you will excuse me, Libby just dumped a bucket of rice on the floor.
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