Fathers Day

Fathers day is always a wonderful day in our house. It's neat to see the individual ways our kids can show their appreciation for their dad.

Although our gifts are humble in nature, they hold greater meaning for Terry, and he appreciates each of them so much. He has told them many times how he just likes to spend time with them-- today is no exception. He is out in the driveway looking over our sons new car. They are putting their heads together about what they should fix first this week. I know they are both happy just being together out there. It's nice to watch them through the window. Sometimes dads need alone time with their kids. It's a good thing.

Sundays and Mondays are always special to us. Sunday is the Sabbath and we love to go to church and worship. When we come together at the dinner hour we share all the lessons we learned that day. When I was ill, sometimes that's the only lesson I would get. It was enough because I knew our kids had paid special attention, just for me and in turn had learned more than any other child in Sunday School. What blessings come from our struggles if we allow them to happen.

Today I shared with them how we had a lesson on the topic of, "How do I want to be remembered by my ancestors?" It was thought provoking. Some of the things the girls listed were...
1. to have been compassionate
2. strong
3. to have loved the Savior
4. to have been obedient
5. long suffering
6. kind
7. gentle
8. to have upheld the standards of the church
9. loved my family
10. given service to those who needed me

There were many more things on this list. I was so impressed by the 12 to 14 year old young women and our teacher who gave the lesson. It was deeply spiritual. She passed out small slips of paper to fill out and place in our scriptures as a reminder. We wrote about the kind of person we wanted to be remembered being. It was a gift and touched me deeply as I wrote. I will never forget that simple lesson. Each girl went away with something to ponder and it was so good!

I can hardly wait for our Missionaries to write home tonight and tomorrow! I wait for their letters each week. They strengthen me and fill me up spiritually. Only a missionary knows how it is to truly serve the Lord each and every day of the year. They are my examples. I have learned so much from my sons.

Happy Fathers day to those men out there in the world who make a difference in one kids life. They will never forget you.