I have not sat on the stand at church very often. I usually sit in the congregation and focus my attention upon the message of the speakers. The view from the stand is different. Repeatedly Sunday, I saw God's love, "shed upon the children of men." I watched two little girls snuggle into a daddy whose torso was twice their size. The protection and love they enjoyed reminded me of the Lord's protection of me. I watched a young, awkward-aged deacon lean over to reassure an insecure deacon that he could successfully pass the sacrament. What for many would be a brief moment, lasted until I saw satisfaction cross his face. After the bread was blessed, a little push from the back changed hesitancy into action. I couldn't help but appreciate the pushes that I'd received in my life. I watched the quiet confidence on the face of a gentleman who sat alone. Earlier, he had shared that his wife was not a member - all the time assuring us what a good woman she was. I did not doubt him. I admired his determination to do what he had covenanted to do even if good people around him were choosing to do something else. At five, we followed President Cluff to his home to meet his family and enjoy a delicious dinner. Two daughters made room for their dad to "sit next to them." It was easy to see he was their hero. Again, I thought of fathers and daughters . As we traveled back to Bentonville that night, I knew I'd repeatedly seen God's love in the interactions of the day.
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Karri H. Deschine
7/29/2015 01:28:27 pm
This is a most beautiful short article. My mother always said that if you have something poignant to say, keep it short and quick if you want people to hear it.
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