Last time we got together, you caught me packing up a few tools! So far the “open heart” is tucked away nicely (and accessible ;) and room for another essential tool has its place close by. Tool #2: A Fathers Love Our Saturday morning started early. Mr. Q got up before the roosters to get in a little morning fishing after dropping off our oldest for some ballet rehearsals and class. At home we started the normal routine of breakfast, a few episodes of Peppa Pig for #4, took girl #2 to ballet, picked up #1 from ballet, and #3 (being the middle) is just content and perfect ;) Job lists were made, scored a jogger stroller at a neighbors garage sale, ran a few more ballet errands, and at the last minute, #1 invited herself to hang out with her Grammy for the rest of the day, which meant a trip to Grammys house was next on the to do list. As we drove to Grammys, my mind was all over. My stomach unsettled from the anxiousness of life that loves to show its face all too often. A silent prayer was said as I passed by my kids’ school, where they were having a cancer fundraiser for a woman…a mother…whom I have never met but feel a sisterhood too. The more I was staying in my head the harder and harder it was for me to see the beauty and brilliance of Fall performing right before my eyes. It was a long 15 minutes. I turned the corner to pull into my parents drive way and there was my Dad. I love my Dad. He was working in the yard in “his yard working uniform” which consists of a nicely starched shirt and jeans. He’s a classy one ;) He smiled at me and I got butterflies. My Dad came over for a quick visit as we evaluated his project. He asked how I was. I told him by simply observing my purple polka dot pajamas I was still wearing at 11am…it’s been just peachy. He told me he loved me. He told me how proud he was of me. Then squeezed my hand and continued his work. After the drop off of girl #1 concluded, I backed out of the driveway and started to turn the corner to go back home. Just before I did, I rolled down my window one more time to say goodbye to my Dad. He stopped what he was doing, again, walked over to my car, looked at me straight in my day old mascara smudged eyes and said those words...again... “I love you. I’m proud of you.” And just like that, my eyes filled with happy tears and my heart burst with ease. Knowing how much my Dad loved me gave me the strength and the courage to ride out my Saturday with a fresh coat of mascara. We have all in some way, by someone, felt the power of love in our life. Love is a power that transforms and transcends not only our experience here on earth, but it transcends into the heavens where our Father in Heaven dwells. Our Heavenly Father loved us first. He loves us always. His love knows no limits. His love knows no bounds. His love is simple, personal, powerful and pure. Our Father loves us so much that he sacrificed His Only Begotten Son, so that we may live with him again…forever! We just need to do our part to receive this gift. Our Father’s love doesn’t get any more glorious than that. While I cannot truly comprehend how our Father knows and loves e.v.e.r.y.o.n.e of his children so personally, He isn’t asking me to understand all His mysteries. What he does ask, is that I have faith and "cleave unto Him" in this sacred relationship. “…for he remembereth the house of Israel, both roots and branches; and he stretches forth his hands unto them all the day long…Wherefore, my beloved bretheren, I beseech of you in the words of soberness that ye would repent, and come with full purpose of heart, and cleave unto God as he cleaveth unto you. And while his arm of mercy is extended towards you in the light of day, harden not your hearts.” Don’t you just love the word “cleave?!” I have found for myself that as I imperfectly work to cleave to the words and teachings of this gospel, His love and my understanding of the gospel becomes more apparent, and my journey back to Him is empowered a hundred fold. So…Thanks Dad. Thanks for reminding me of the comfort of a fathers love. I realized yesterday, yet again, our Heavenly Father wants to remind us this over and over again, I just need to roll down my window more often. *********************************************************
Read an awesome essay about our Heavenly parents. Happy Sunday!
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