Dear Heavenly Father,
Thank you for this day.
Thank you for President Monston. Thank you that he won't get sick.
(whispering) Dad, can you help me?
Greg (also whispering): You can do it by yourself. Just say things that you are thankful for.
(Pausing...Thinking...Looking around the room for inspiration...Spies Paige's pillow case full of barnyard animals.)
Thank you for horses that we can ride.
Thank you for chickens that wake us up in the morning.
Thank you for sheep that we can make clothes.
Thank you that Dad is my dad. Thank you that Emily is my mom. Thank you that Austin is my brother. Thank you that Paige is my sister. Thank you that Spencer and Kade are my baby brothers.
Thank you that I can have a happy life.
In the name of Jesus Christ, Amen.
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Macy ran up to me in church today and showed me her picture. She said, "This is what I think heaven is like."
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We started up with the scripture reading at night again (we have blown it for the past month), and Macy desperately wanted to read. So, we had her read the first verse:
And now I, Mormon, make a record of the things which I have both seen and heard, and call it the Book of Mormon. (Mormon 1:1)
She is only in Kindergarten, and is doing really great at her reading, but it takes a while for her to get through a verse of scripture - we do it pretty much word by word. When she got to the word, "call," she looked up at me and exclaimed: "You mean they had phones back in those days?!?" I laughed and explained the dual meaning of the word, "call." Hilarious!