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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2 comments:
That is the sweetest photo ever! Not that I want to discount your story. Thanks for sharing.
Abi was a tornado tonight too... it seems that I can't keep up with her destruction.
I want to kiss that little neck! Priceless photo.
Thanks for sharing your thoughts Josh. The power of music is so strong. It is one of the greatest languages of the Spirit.
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