What Really Matters
It’s summer. It’s hot. We have air conditioning. Yay. Yesterday we had a great experience when Donny’s girls came for the day. They drew. They played. We sang lots of songs while I played the piano. They read their favorite Silverstein poems to me, and we laughed together. Zoey read to Preslie. Then it came time for Cameron to leave for Institute across town, so we gathered for family prayer and scriptures. Neither of the girls have been raised active in the Church, and both are unbaptized. We pray for them and all of our children and grandchildren day and night, of course. We want them to have blessings that will bring them joy all their lives. We want them to have Jesus Christ at the center of their lives. We try to be an example, but we aren’t really in-charge of them. Yesterday, though, we had an answer to those prayers. It was little. We held our breaths, wondering at this really special moment. I wasn’t sure if we should invite Zoey and Preslie, so I hesitated for a few seconds. Then Zoey said, “Can we do prayer and scriptures with you?” We welcomed them as they bounced into the family room. Everyone had his own chair, and we were spread around the room. I explained that usually we gathered together and held hands for prayer, but that today it was okay if we just folded our arms where we were. Then Preslie grinned, “We could just come over there!” And they sprang across the room where we gathered, holding hands while Cameron offered the prayer. We then found a Book of Mormon for each. Zoey was SO excited to read, and asked all the way through the sixty verses if she could read, explaining that she wasn’t used to reading scriptures because it had “been a minute.” She was so thrilled to be part of it all! Preslie wasn’t as confident, but she did read a verse or two. When they left last night, they asked if they could come again today, and the first thing Zoey asked was what time we read scriptures again. Oh, my heart! What a tender mercy! Be still and know that He is God, and nothing is too hard for him!
