When my turn came, I quietly stood and picked the toddler up. I took him to the microphone and encouraged him to repeat after me. He however, thought it was more funny to practice his heavy breathing over the sound system. I gently pulled him back and started to bear my testimony. He squirmed some more and after thirty seconds or so, my husband came up to grab him which caused more squirming and I'm pretty sure some screaming about "mommy". I continued to bear my testimony and apologized for the interruption only to look down and see that my other preschooler was at my feet, who starts to engage with the other in pushing and gentle fighting about who could hug my right leg.
This is comical by this point and I begin to notice a lot of broad grins and chuckles spreading across the chapel in front of me. I start to cry -- not because I am totally crazy and overwhelmed by these two now fighting preschoolers at my feet -- but because I am so grateful that my Heavenly Father loves me so much to send these beautiful creatures to me and that I get to be their mommy forever. And even in the midst of their little squabble, I am grateful for the gift of patience, love, and grace to manage the many moments of motherhood that could turn south quickly if I didn't have these gifts.
Atleast a dozen people thanked me today for my testimony, which is funny, because I was sure they only saw the circus at Church today. :)
Atleast a dozen people thanked me today for my testimony, which is funny, because I was sure they only saw the circus at Church today. :)
A few months ago I bore a stirring testimony while holding the caboose. I never once realized until the next day, when a friend kindly remarked about how cute it was, that the ENTIRE time, she had her hand down my shirt.
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