A couple of days ago Leif and I babysat our good friend's children. While we were caring for the children I caught a glimpse of why the Resurrection of Jesus Christ means so much to me.
I was standing at the kitchen sink and before I knew what was happening, I heard "Drink Mom!" This little plea came from my friend's two year old daughter. She has beautiful blond curly hair and a bright flashing smile. I was instantly struck by the thought that I had two little ones who would be her age. She was born right around when my girls were due to be born.
It's moments like those that send a mother who has lost a child straight to her source of faith. During those times I am overwhelmed with gratitude for the plan of our Heavenly Father. I can not fathom the hopelessness that would envelope me without the sure knowledge that because of Jesus Christ we will all live again. This knowledge heals my soul on a daily basis. I know the pain that comes from the loss of a loved one. I also know the merciful relief that comes through the Atonement of our Savior.
I know that my Redeemer lives. What Comfort this sweet sentence gives.... He Lives!
Saturday, April 11, 2009
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Thanks Lena. Thanks for sharing your pain along with your faith on this beautiful Easter Morning. He truly comforts us in any and all losses. Love, Patricia
That was a simple, beautiful post Lena. Your faith is such a wonderful example to us all. Happy Easter!
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