A Gift

Tonight as I was putting the two 'big kids' down for the night, I had the most amazing experience with them. As usual these days I was a little rushed because sweet Annie was fussy. So I had told them we would sing a Primary song instead of reading from the scriptures. I suggested "A Child's Prayer", which is Scotty's and my favorite. As we sang, Scotty more like screamed it to Annie trying to get her to laugh - which he loves to do.

Afterward the following happened:

Me,"OK guys, we just sang a song about how Heavenly Father hears and listens to your prayers. Now I want you to say your prayers, and as your pray I want you to know that Heavenly Father is listening to your prayer."
Scotty then knelt in his bed and said such a sweet and said such a sweet heartfelt prayer thanking Heavenly Father for his family, each by name, and then for Paxton and Aden. After his prayer he looked at me in such sweet innocent awe and excitement and while toughing his heart he said, "Mom, I can feel the Holy Ghost in my heart!"
Me: "I can feel him too buddy. I am so glad you can feel him! It feels wonderful huh?"
Scotty: "Yeah."
I then prompted Jane to kneel and say her prayers as well; "Dear Heavenly Father, Thank you for my family. Thank you for Jesus and Heavenly Father. In the name of Jesus Christ, Amen." Beautiful Jane.
Scotty then asked if we could sing the song again, which I of course agreed. We sang again, this time though it was softer, closer to that sweet Spirit we were speaking of. As I finished, Scotty again looked at me in his innocent wonder and said "Mom, I can hear to Holy Ghost telling me Heavenly Father loves me and Heavenly Father loves you mom."

I can't put into words what I felt right then. My sweet boy, right before my eyes is gaining a testimony of the Holy Ghost and the love that our Heavenly Father has for him and all of His children. I thank my gracious Heavenly Father for letting me be apart of that.

As my sweet Jane is listening in to our conversation, learning from her big brother, she innocently asks, "Mom, does Jesus sit on my bones?"
Slightly confused and not sure that I heard her right and asked, "What?"
"Does Jesus sit on my bones?"
I had to think for a moment what was going through her sweet four year old mind, and then I put it together, "Do you mean when you feel him in your heart?"
"Yeah." she said shyly.
I was then able to explain to her that Jesus has a body just like we do and that if He came to our house, she could touch his hands and skin and he would feel just like Daddy. I explained that what she feels in her heart is the Holy Ghost, and he doesn't have a body, but he talks to our spirits and tells our spirit and heart that Heavenly Father loves us.

We ended the night with kisses and with my heart full of love for those sweet babies, learning to feel and speak of their Heavenly Father, of their Savior, and of the Holy Ghost. I am a blessed mom, with a very grateful heart.