When I work a Sunday day shift my boys go to church with another family in the ward. I am so thankful for their excitement to attend church.
When Rad knew that I was going to be the one taking him yesterday he gave me the biggest hug and kiss.
The other day Rad and I were on our way to a den meeting for scouts and he noticed that our fuel gauge was on empty. He quickly started praying outloud, asking that we would make it to the gas station. We did of course. I told him how proud I was of him for saying that prayer. He said, "Yup, I learned it in church, you can pray anytime and anywhere." I said, "That's right, and about anything." His response, "Not really Mom, you can't pray to get drunk." Nice.
One of my Primary boys reached over and grabbed my hand during closing exercises today, he snuggled up, looked me in the eye and said, "Lead me, guide me, walk beside me." I cried.
The other day we were watching a movie as a family and in the movie the topic of death and Eternal Families came up. Rad looked at me with those blue eyes of his and said, "Mom, if dad doesn't come to church with us, we can't be a family forever." Ouch and Oh geez. Choices. Choices. Choices. Make em' right people. Especially those Eternal ones.
Today Sister Hiatt bore testimony about Eternal Families in Primary and I thanked her for her testimony after church. She looked at me with tears in her eyes and told me how receptive my boys were and how thin the veil is and that she knows that my Dad and Grandmother are there with my boys and told Rad that Angels are real. I cried.
The Church is true. I know it.
