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I Am Grateful for the Love of a Child. And a Savior. And a Heavenly Father

This morning was not a whole lot different from any other Sunday morning except that Emma and Estelle both had fevers and stuffy noses so wouldn't be attending church. Taylor got injured yesterday doing a scout activity and didn't feel like going. Spencer was having an emotional moment and was attempting to get ready for church. So really, it should have been an easier morning because I only had Sarah to get ready and she did that pretty much on her own, cheerfully I might add.

But I was not feeling particularly repentant and ready to take the Sacrament. In fact, I knew that if I didn't change my tune, I probably shouldn't. I was feeling grumbly and worried about my offspring and I said a quick prayer in my heart for help as I was slapping on makeup two minutes before heading out the door.

Destry sat at the Sacrament table because Spencer wasn't the only Priest who wasn't there on time. Sitting there waiting for church to begin my mood had changed little; in fact, I grumbled to my friend who also left her teenage son at home getting ready.  Sarah and I were the only Crumps sitting on our usual pew waiting for church to begin.

She looked me in the eye, said "I love you mommy," and gave me a big hug. I melted, grateful for her love as well as for the love of all my children that I knew that I had even when they were not feeling up to par either physically or emotionally.

Sarah shares her love with me frequently. Expressing love is one of her gifts and I get to be blessed by her. The Sacrament song filled my soul with the love of a Savior. I knew that He knew of my shortcomings, but that He loved me any way. He loves me so much that He suffered for not only my sins, but my pain. He lived a perfect life because I couldn't. I partook of the Sacrament and felt renewed.

Heavenly Father answered my rushed, yet sincere prayer. I am grateful for His daily love and blessings.

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