Sunday was a happy day.
I remember sitting in the stands looking out over the congregation. Several people stood out who have touched my
life and become special to me. I have come to love
these people. I enjoyed directing the music. Brother Biangel was gone, but Sister Frahm
played and she always plays very well.
The Primary children sang their standard “I’m So Glad When
Daddy Comes Home,” and “Fathers.” There
weren’t a lot of them there, but they did a good job. I played with a few mistakes, but not too
badly.
There were several men who bore their testimonies or gave
talks. I was particularly touched when
Brother Hales reminded us of how Jesus, in his agony in Gethsemane called out
to his Father using the term “Abba,” which is like saying Papa or Daddy. It is an intimate term, he would naturally
have used for his Father at such a time. I wept
as I pictured that time for Him. I weep
even now to think of it.
After church all the men got candy a sweet lady in the ward had made. Mark got three baggies from the
young men.
I think Mark had a good day.
Jonathan emailed him a letter and the rest of the kids called him
throughout the day. He talked to his dad
and I called mine. They both seemed to
be having a good Father’s Day.
.I made a roast dinner, using the cast iron skillet. I think I must have burned the bottom because my gravy turned out
nasty. So we just had roast beef, mashed
potatoes and salad and it was fine.
It was a pretty quiet day.
I've been reflecting a lot lately on the sacrifices men make for their families. The money they make at their jobs is what they use to make a good life for us. For some reason I am appreciating that more and more. We are so blessed to have the men in our lives. I'm so grateful for everything I've learned from my dad, my brothers, my sons and sons-in-law, and especially from Mark. Thank you. I love you all very much. And I am especially grateful for my Father in Heaven who always loves me and is always there, ready and waiting, willing to bless me and help me whenever I need Him and ask. I love Him too. My life is richer because of all the "fathers" in my life.
There is a beautiful Mormon Message about dads. Enjoy.
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