Every once in a while I come across a teaching moment in my life that I know I will be sad if I don't record. I didn't want to ever forget this one.
Tonight Brian and I attended the viewing of a young man from our previous ward who passed away suddenly last week. I had taught him in my 16-17year old Sunday school class for two years and Brian was Home Teaching Companions with his younger brother. He was just about to turn 19, went to bed and never woke up. It was very sad to visit with the heartbroken family.
As we drove home I thought about the many things I choose to do as a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints; attending three hour meetings on Sunday with four little boys, time away for callings, Visit Teaching etc., tithing, temple attendance, dress and health standards to name a few. I am different, and it wasn't and isn't always the easiest or most convenient path to take. However, as I left the church I was so grateful for a sure knowledge of where this boy is now, that he will see his family again and that it is all according to the Lord's plan.
Sacrifice of my time and some worldly things enables me to live closer to the Spirit, which allows the Savior to bless me with comfort in times of need. Those blessings of peace and comfort will help this family to heal and move forward. We never know when our own trials will come or when we may be called upon to lift another, but if we are living the way He would have us live, His peace is there. I will always be indebted to the sweet sister missionaries that came to the door of our little downstairs apartment and taught my parents the restored Gospel. I am grateful in my life for the knowledge of the Plan of Salvation and that I am part of an eternal family that extends further than this mortal experience.
I am thankful for this gentle reminder to keep doing what I know is right.