It's funny how things are clearer when you are a little child. There is no doubt, no questions, you learn the truth and you follow it. The other day I was sitting on the couch reading and Michael comes running down the hallway and launches himself to land on the arm of the couch so he is leaning into me. He gets right up in my face, puts his sticky little fingers on my cheeks and says to me in a loud gravelly voice, "JOSEPH SMITH!"
"What?" I ask him in reply.
"JOSEPH SMITH!"
"What about him?" I ask with a grin. By now I am trying not to laugh out loud.
"JOSEPH SMITH SAW JESUS CHRIST! HIM RIGHT THERE!" he shouts as he points to the picture of the redeemer hanging on the opposite wall.
"Yes, he did," I confirm for him. Then just as rapidly as he appeared, he jumped off the couch and ran down the hall into his room, slamming the door behind him.
I was laughing so hard that tears were streaming down my face. Well now I know that he is listening in Primary. After a few moments, still with a grin on my face, I thought how wonderful it is to be firm in his conviction that Joseph Smith prayed to know the truth and in answer saw two heavenly beings. One being God the Father and the other being Jesus Christ.
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This was wonderful! Thank you for sharing it. It's great to see you blogging again. I've been watching for you. ~Janet
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