My daughter (who is 11) asked on Sunday if we were having Family Home Evening tomorrow. I cringed inside knowing I didn't have a lesson planned and using the chaotic back-to-school madness as my excuse. "Why?" I asked trying to hide my self-imposed embarrassment.
"Because I like it." she beamed reminding me of when she was four years old. If that doesn't count as a tender mercy, I don't know what does.
I'm so thankful for family night. We learned about the Holy Ghost tonight; when I say we, I literally mean me. Teaching my kids is always such a learning experience for me.
On the white board, Travis drew his interpretation of the Holy Ghost which reminded me more of fire than anything; coincidence? I think not. Makayla wrote "The Holy Ghost teaches me wrong and right." Matthew drew a picture of where the Holy Ghost resides; it was a stick figure in red marker with a large section near the heart where the Holy Ghost dwells.
Near the end of the lesson they began to fight because Travis prematurely erased the white board. But I'm certain they felt the truth of what was taught when I began speaking directly from the heart, "The way the Holy Ghost helps me is by letting me know when I'm close to my Heavenly Father; I feel a peaceful feeling." Even though the 'peace' in the lesson only lasted a moment for my testimony, I know their hearts are touched forever.
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