I Feel My Savior's Love...

"I feel my savior's love"
-Greg Olsen

The Sisters, Kara, and I got to sing at another baptism on Sunday, but this one was a little different...it was little Austin (Bishop's Grandson) we sang "I Feel My Savior's Love" It's one of my personal favorite songs and with the harmonies and four voices it was power!
      Lately I've had a lot of time to think, to reflect, and to figure out what I'm doing in this world, and every so often I find moments when I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that I am right where I am supposed to be. I've had a couple of those moments in the past few days.

• Friday night after Babe and I had dinner I had a little bit of a weak/emotional moment [truthfully a few moments] just as and as always, he knew just what to say and do to turn the whole thing into a bonding moment instead of a scene... so THANK YOU, Babe!!
• This quote came through in my emails from LDSgems: "Get on your knees and pray as if everything depends on The Lord, then get on your feet and work as if everything depends on you."- Gordon B. Hinkley...that man was truly amazing, and I know that I sincerely needed to read that that particular day :)
• This morning when I got to work I logged on to blogger (surprise? not!) and started reading, and while reading cjane I began to cry...this is the part that got me the most..."The procedure was as horrid as the doctor had warned us. It was nothing short of torture. For The Chief and his pain, for us as his parents and the medical staff who had to hold his little body down so he wouldn't thrash out. My gosh. My heavens. I don't think I have the ability to describe the anguish. My poor Chup was wiping away sweat and tears to keep from dripping on his son's head he was holding. The intensity of it all was reminiscent of Ever's birth which was helpful to me in a way, it reassured me that after great pain comes great relief. But in the middle--like that birth--I proclaimed "I'd never do this again." 
  
  Even though, I know it was necessary.
  
  I couldn't help but think about Piper Jane, and Davy and many other brave children I have met and their mommies and daddies who, regularly have to hold their children down to help them endure pain. I thought about my mother watching my sister Stephanie suffer. My goodness. My gracious. I wish this world didn't even know that concept. I wish it didn't exist.
  
  And I thought about being a Christian, how our core belief is that Jesus Christ suffered for humanity--an unthinkable amount. And I thought about how our Heavenly Father had to allow for his son to go through that. And I got a glimpse of understanding the magnitude of it all when in his screaming I couldn't do anything about it. And then, when it was over, my son reached out, wailing "Mommy!" and I picked him up and held him so tight I couldn't breathe. He was sweaty and shaky and sticky from the interrupted sucker. And boy did I pray my heart out in gratitude for his health, for the chance I have to be his security, for Jesus Christ.
  
  I am a believer."
  

I also am a believer, This I know for sure!