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He Has a Heart of Gold

Over the course of the past few weeks we have had several small earthquakes. Some of them imperceptible, others were enough to wake us up. While there has been no damage or anything that is overly concerning to me--check out Facebook to find plenty of people who feel otherwise--I felt like it was time to revisit our 72 hour emergency kits. It was a good thing I did. The clothes that were in the backpacks for the kids would have fit no one. Even Spencer's would not have fit Sarah. We had clothes ranging in sizes from 3-8. Sarah is a 12. The food and medication had expired years ago. The glow sticks had lost their illumination and the coloring pages are no longer relevant. 

 I threw away the unusable items and compiled the rest for redistribution. I made a couple trips to the store to replace the discarded items and planned to have a FHE to assemble them and to talk about an action plan should we ever need one. 

 Last night we set up everything assembly line style and everyone collected their share of food, shelter, heat sources, and toiletries. I asked people to get a change of clothes to replace the outgrown items. 

 While we were talking, Taylor's extra medical needs came up. He mentioned that should a disaster with long-term consequences take place he would likely die first. He said that he had already had a conversation with himself as to what he would do. He said that he would do everything he could. I asked him what he meant by that and he said, "I don't know, just help as many people as I can." I immediately choked back the tears. This child of mine would choose to live out his last days serving others. 

 His golden heart has found peace. He is at peace with his own life's circumstances. He shares peace with others every day. He brings peace to my motherly heart prone to worrying about him. He has a mature soul and has received a gift that some may never discover. Once again he has proven to be my hero. 

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