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Shoes of Yolanda
4/25/2006
4/16/2006
What's Lost is Found
My FAVORITE scripture to read this time each year is found in
John 20:11-16...
"But Mary stood without at the sepulchre weeping;
and as she wept, she stooped down, and looked into
the sepulchre,
And seeth two angels in white sitting, the one
at the head, and the other at the feet, where the
body of Jesus had lain.
And they say unto her, Woman, why weepest thou?
She saith unto them, Because they have taken away
my Lord, and I know not where they have laid him.
And when she had thus said, she turned herself
back, and saw Jesus standing, and knew not that it
was Jesus.
Jesus saith unto her, Woman, why weepest thou?
whom seekest thou? She, supposing him to be the
gardener, saith unto him, Sir, if thou have borne
him hence, tell me where thou hast laid him, and
I will take him away.
Jesus saith unto her, Mary. She turned herself,
and saith unto him, Rabboni; which is to say, Master."
Easter is the story of rebirth...of finding again that which is lost...of knowing that the Lord knows us each by name, and that we can always find Him close, in our midst, even when it appears that we have lost Him.
I am grateful for my Savior, and the many times He has found me...
John 20:11-16...
"But Mary stood without at the sepulchre weeping;
and as she wept, she stooped down, and looked into
the sepulchre,
And seeth two angels in white sitting, the one
at the head, and the other at the feet, where the
body of Jesus had lain.
And they say unto her, Woman, why weepest thou?
She saith unto them, Because they have taken away
my Lord, and I know not where they have laid him.
And when she had thus said, she turned herself
back, and saw Jesus standing, and knew not that it
was Jesus.
Jesus saith unto her, Woman, why weepest thou?
whom seekest thou? She, supposing him to be the
gardener, saith unto him, Sir, if thou have borne
him hence, tell me where thou hast laid him, and
I will take him away.
Jesus saith unto her, Mary. She turned herself,
and saith unto him, Rabboni; which is to say, Master."
Easter is the story of rebirth...of finding again that which is lost...of knowing that the Lord knows us each by name, and that we can always find Him close, in our midst, even when it appears that we have lost Him.
I am grateful for my Savior, and the many times He has found me...
4/08/2006
Impressions in White
My daughter turned eight today, and had the opportunity to be baptized on her birthday! What a beautiful moment that will be etched into her memory, and mine. I gave birth to her at 10:22 am, and she just so happened to have her baptism scheduled for 10 am. Eight years ago I was giving her a physical birth, and today she was partaking of her spiritual birth.
She wore the same white, polyester dress that I wore to be baptized in...My mom had kept it all these years. I had flashbacks of when I was baptized. We were both the first baptisms of the day. But...her font was filled on time, and mine was not...hence the perpetual joke of "Laura's "concussion" by water." (My dad had so little to work with, that he was worried I wouldn't be completely immersed, so he made sure to really "push" me all the way down...giving my head a good little "knock" on the bottom of the font!)
My daughter asked that both her grandmothers speak. What beautiful words they offered. Grandma B. gave her a special bookmark for her scriptures, with all the things you promise when you are baptized. Grandma P. gave her a quilt that will wrap her in "comfort" whenever she needs it, as well as serving as a reminder that her grandma loves her, and the Holy Ghost is now her forever "comforter," available whenever she needs comfort, protection, or solace.
I was doing okay up to this point. Then came the confirmation...My daughter had asked every male relative, church leader, primary teacher, and friend she knew to be involved in this special ordinance. As this huge group of adoring men engulfed her, I was not able to see her face...but I saw it after...
She had tears streaming down her lightly freckled cheeks, and the red "blotches" that accompany you when you have sobbed. She knew without hesitation the step she had just taken...She knew her Father in heaven loved her...She knew that the gospel was true...She knew that what she was feeling was the Holy Ghost bearing witness to her...She KNEW she was a daughter of God. All this, without having to say one word.
I am so grateful for the blessing it is to raise children, and to watch them when they realize who they truly are...and all the miracles that lay before them.
My daughter wore white patent-leather flats, with a jeweled heart suspended over the strap...She is so beautiful!!
She wore the same white, polyester dress that I wore to be baptized in...My mom had kept it all these years. I had flashbacks of when I was baptized. We were both the first baptisms of the day. But...her font was filled on time, and mine was not...hence the perpetual joke of "Laura's "concussion" by water." (My dad had so little to work with, that he was worried I wouldn't be completely immersed, so he made sure to really "push" me all the way down...giving my head a good little "knock" on the bottom of the font!)
My daughter asked that both her grandmothers speak. What beautiful words they offered. Grandma B. gave her a special bookmark for her scriptures, with all the things you promise when you are baptized. Grandma P. gave her a quilt that will wrap her in "comfort" whenever she needs it, as well as serving as a reminder that her grandma loves her, and the Holy Ghost is now her forever "comforter," available whenever she needs comfort, protection, or solace.
I was doing okay up to this point. Then came the confirmation...My daughter had asked every male relative, church leader, primary teacher, and friend she knew to be involved in this special ordinance. As this huge group of adoring men engulfed her, I was not able to see her face...but I saw it after...
She had tears streaming down her lightly freckled cheeks, and the red "blotches" that accompany you when you have sobbed. She knew without hesitation the step she had just taken...She knew her Father in heaven loved her...She knew that the gospel was true...She knew that what she was feeling was the Holy Ghost bearing witness to her...She KNEW she was a daughter of God. All this, without having to say one word.
I am so grateful for the blessing it is to raise children, and to watch them when they realize who they truly are...and all the miracles that lay before them.
My daughter wore white patent-leather flats, with a jeweled heart suspended over the strap...She is so beautiful!!
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