Just me and my Hershey bug home from church today.
It’s quiet. Perfect pondering time.
Holding a newborn, so fragile, so precious, so helpless, how can one not feel close to heaven knowing this special spirit just came from there? Makes my heart swell with joy and my mind weigh heavy with the great responsibility we have to raise our children in light and truth.
“Never forget that these little ones are the sons and daughters of God and that yours is a custodial relationship to them, that He was a parent before you were parents and that He has not relinquished His parental rights or interest in these His little ones. … Rear your children in love, in the nurture and admonition of the Lord. Take care of your little ones. Welcome them into your homes, and nurture and love them with all of your hearts. They may do, in the years that come, some things you would not want them to do, but be patient, be patient. You have not failed as long as you have tried” (“Excerpts from Recent Addresses of President Gordon B. Hinckley,” Ensign, July 1997, 73).
We are trying but, oh, there is so much to do, to teach, to learn!
P.S. Used the heartland action from Pioneer Woman on this photo. It really brings out my freckles!