When I was younger I can remember waking up to the sound of the mo-tab playing downstairs on Sunday mornings in our kitchen. I look back on those memories and I think it strengthened my testimony--teaching me what I should be thinking about for the day. As a teenager I probably rolled my eyes--but now I want my children to feel the same spirit in our home on Sundays.
Today I tried to implement a bit of church into our home. We had scriptures and then watched Legacy. I've seen that movie over and over and I still tear up when I think of what the pioneers had to go through. I want my children to remember the suffering the earlier Saints went through--so that we could have it so good--in the Church today. I think it did impress them because David kept asking questions (about the angry mobs), and he even said after a particularly sad scene "I'm glad we don't live in that land today." I remember hearing President Hinckley once say that when we forget our history--then is the time that it will be repeated. That is a shuddering thought.
I also paid each of my children a dollar to sit at the piano with me and sing Primary songs. I know--it sounds really pathetic--but seeing as how I have 4 boys and one girl--I'm hoping to create a positive habit!! And bribery does work. I could hear their individual voices! I got goosebumps listening to them as I played the piano--and loved hearing "The Armies of Helaman" ring in our home! It was cool.
Every day I think to myself over and over, how lucky I am to be a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. I am so thankful to know--to really know through prayers being answered over and over in my life--that I have a Heavenly Father. And that I am His Child. Nothing blesses my life more than this knowledge.
