Our primary program was this weekend.
Isn't it weird that you can make any day your sabbath? I thought that I would never get used to this. Before we moved, Samuel said to me, "Mom, I don't care what they say there. Sunday will always be my sabbath." And while I agree, I have been amazed how setting a day aside, no matter what it's called, can become the sabbath.
We have 10 kids the age to participate in the program. It was wonderful. We, the adults, all cried through most of it. I had cried all morning, before church, for what my children are missing out on in the states. A big primary. Great LDS friends. Having their family and loved ones near by. No crisp falls with sweaters and turning leaves. Having to hide (play down)the fact that we're Christian. I was feeling very sorry for our decision to be here.
Then I went to church. What a gift to know that the Lord has no boundries. It is illegal to practice a religion other than Islam here. Yet, quietly, our company - owned by the government - allows us to do so. And when those ten lovely children sang out "I know He lives! I will follow faithfully!" I knew it was true. They are learning the true meaning of following faithfully. Following when it's not so easy. When everyone else is against you, they know their Savior loves them. And the spirit of the Holy Ghost testified to each one of us this day, that He goes where He wants and touches those that need to be touched. No passports, borders, security, or otherwise can stop our Father in Heaven and his Son.
These children are brave. They are paving the way for the gospel to go forth in all the lands of the earth. We may never have missionaries here, but WE are here. We share His light through our examples, our love for these people, and our conviction to what we believe. I am truly thankful for this experience. I pray that I can make the best of it each day. That I can be humble enough to learn what I need to learn, and grow more everyday. I hope you, too, can know that our Savior loves you. No matter what you believe, each and every one of us is a Child of God. And for that, especially today, I am thankful.
1 comment:
Teresa - that is beautiful! I'm sorry to hear that your new country makes you cry, but I'm glad to know you can feel the spirit anywhere!
I REALLY REALLY wanted to talk to you the other day but it was 1 AM on the other side of the world, so I refrained.
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