Easter Sunday and my heart is so full. I am grateful for the undeniable knowledge that my Savior lives.
I am grateful for all of my kids and the joy they bring into my life. Trust me when I say that it is never lonely (or quiet) around here. And for that too, I am grateful.
I am grateful for a husband who loves me. I am grateful for the opportunity to grow old with not only a man that I love, but also one that still, after 21 years, knocks my socks off.
Today I am very grateful for Brant, my oldest son, who chose to dedicate these two years of his life teaching others that Jesus Christ lives and loves them. This isn’t an easy thing.
Brant wrote to us:
“This area is the hardest area in the mission, and I am here.. A Greenie, with my companion who speaks mostly Spanish and I cant understand him most of the time, and its so hard. The President and the Zone Leader said this is the hardest area in the mission, and there is not much success. And so they decide to send ME here.
I have been mocked, I have been told to go to hell. I have had things thrown at me, I have been sworn at, and people just don’t respect the word and the gospel I am trying to teach. This is the hardest thing I have ever done. But you know what…………. I love it.”
I miss this kid so much my heart actually aches. As a matter of fact I’ve now told all of my kids that they can never move out of state. That would simply just kill this Mama.
I am so proud of Brant. So humbled to think that our Father in Heaven chose Reed and I to teach him and watch over him as he walks this earthly path.
Today we will be with my parents doing all things Easter. But a part of my heart will be remembering a three year old Brant ( who is now 6’2″ ) telling me to make sure and have the Easter Bunny hide his Easter Basket in the bathtub…….so that he would know just where to find it.