I found myself once again in the mother's room during sacrament meeting. I've started to wonder if I am the only one who uses the rocker in there and if it is going to have a permanent sit print from me. For some reason Hyrum is just more calm in the mother's room and will go to sleep before Sunday school if I spend a little time in there with him.
As I took my usual let's-see-if-we-can-get-this-kid-to-go-to-sleep-without-his-bed rocking position and attempted to tune myself to those speaking instead of the squealing cry that Hyrum was offering, I wondered to myself, "why do I do this every week?". I know the logical behind it of setting a good example for the kids, teaching the babies that we go to church and eventually they will be reverent, and it's where I'm supposed to be but sometimes it really just feels like body mauling and ear splitting torture.
Then, a child started to speak.
Hyrum nearly choked on his cry because he suddenly had an interest in the faceless voice that spoke so clearly in the room. It was the first child of about 8 to share their testimonies. At first I brushed it off as the usual memorized child testimony and sarcasm was winning in my mind. Nearly every child said the exact same thing and I wondered if they were all from the same primary class and had been coached on what to say when sharing a testimony. Then, I noticed Hyrum's reaction. He would fuss as an adult spoke and listen intently as a child spoke. Again the sarcasm: "it's just the voices he is interested in, not the words".
Then a voice gently spoke in my head: "listen to the words".
After listening to about 5 more children, I had their testimonies memorized. I realized that their simple testimonies were the answer to my question. I go every week because:
I know the church is true.
I know that Joseph Smith is a true prophet.
I know that President Monson is a true prophet.
I know my family loves me.
5 comments:
Wow... that is an awesome pausing instance. I love it when you find yourself wrapped up in your own thoughts, enough that you are missing something until it speaks directly to you and then you wonder why you were fretting about it in the first place. Thanks for sharing Kimber! I love reading your blog and keeping up with you and your family!
If we would only take time to listen more and fret less. Hyrum knew.
I have learned a simular concept with Kylee. She notices when I am stressed or bothered. It is only when I calm down that she does. Children are God's messengers. Thanks for you blog, I love reading them, you really make me stop and think about the simple things in life.
you always make me cry with these! and it's because i have had the same darn questions mulling through my brain and here you are to quote what i've been thinking and then give the answer. which to be matter of fact i sometimes don't want to hear and then i read it from you and it HITS me, i HAVE to care! thank you so much for your insight and example!
Funny how we are all really tired of storymonies but it's the children that get it and share what they know. I wish everyone else in the world could read this blog and understand what a true testimony is. I know it's hard to get up and just say what we know is true and feel like we have to fill in the space but what a relief that a testimony only has to be what we know.
Great job on getting and sharing the message.
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