What I took home with me was this heavenly image of a mom in our ward - a mom of {seven} young children. I have always admired her from afar and always listen intently whenever she comments on lessons and such. She's inspiring to me. Just to watch her. She bore her testimony and the brightest thing that shined was the image of her standing at the pulpit bearing witness of the truthfulness of the gospel with her youngest baby girl sleeping in her arms and her next youngest at her feet with her little hands clinging to her mama's skirt.
It was pure. It was beautiful -the very reason that I believe in my heart that the gospel is true.
Motherhood, in its simplest form, is divine. It is a calling that is given to each one of us individually from our Father in heaven. Do I always remember this? No. I, in my young motherhood stages, get easily overwhelmed. I'm impatient. And often wonder what exactly it is that I think I'm doing. But, it seems when needed, I am gently reminded that what I am doing is the most important. I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be. And how I would not trade that for anything that this old world has to offer. I would not have it any other way.
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