I think my mom got me thinking about funerals from a very young age. She would always say, "Oh, one day you'll tell this story of me doing (blank) at my funeral." We would roll our eyes, but mostly I think what I took away was the idea of leaving a legacy and pondering on what impact you have left on people when you die. I have a notes section on my phone that I put little thoughts down. In a morbid way I hope my kids find it one day. It's a variety of lessons I'm learning right now or have learned in my life that I hope they always remember. Maybe a spiritual epiphany/life lesson journal. Sometimes I write down quotes I love, spiritual stories I have with my girls and other times an entry is authored like a "Notes From Mom" in hopes one day my girls will have a collection of what I believed. It's therapeutic to just write for me.
Here's one :)
I was trying to help the girls tonight during scriptures remember that everything related to the gospel is about a relationship with God. Prayers aren’t meant to be robotic formulated things like say your gratitude first, then ask for what you need. It is, however, an amazing outline for being in any relationship. Gratitude first, then feel free to share what you need. But sometimes you collapse to your knees asking for help and sometimes it’s a casual conversation with a loving father in heaven. Neither is wrong. I hope they leave home knowing Him. Knowing He is the comfort, direction and only one who understands them. He see's their gifts, weaknesses, intricacies and the nuances of their life. Today in the car Capri asked, “what age was I when I first learned about Jesus?” And I said well the same time Sunny did! when did Sunny first hear about him? We sang I am a Child of God the day she was born. We prayed, went to church every week and spoke about miracles all the time. It was the same with you. You’ve never had a moment he wasn’t mentioned. I hope they all will get their own experiences. We can help them along their way by pointing them out now and help them see him in their lives.
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