Sunday yes!

This morning I still felt frustrated. I got myself up. Had a cup of sleepytime tea while taking a hot bath. It calmed me. I had a headache from the night before. Lucky that Cheryl was teaching our Sunday School class today, so I didn't have to prepare the lesson. I got myself ready.When I got to Church they were blessing a baby so I wasn't late for sacrament. I sat by Polly and Brad. The first Sunday of every month is fast and testimony meeting. Everyone is invited to give their testimony. I had decided last night to give mine. Polly wanted to give hers also. Polly has trouble walking. She is older and has had health issues. We both gave our testimonies. I wanted everyone to know how a miracle happened to me. After the death of my husband 24years ago, I had a difficult time on Christmas. My family was broken. I didn't like to go shopping for presents.All I saw were happy couples shopping. My heart was broken. I was taking the gospel lessons from the missionaries during this period. Just before Christmas a knock was at the door. It was the young girls from the Church. The teenage girls. They were with some adult women leaders. they wanted to come in and sing to me. They came in with food for my Christmas dinner.They sang carols to me and my children. That was like a magical moment of time. I saw them as angels. I felt their love. It transformed my way of thinking of Christmas. I was no longer a young widow but I was a young widow loved by my Father in Heaven. Christmas has since been a time of recognizing where I came from and appreciating the Saviors birth. Knowing I can once again live with my Heavenly Father someday. It was a transformation for my spirit at that time. I was never again sad at Christmas. Now I love the season. Thinking of that moment still touches my heart to this day.

After the testimonies of the other (which were very good), I went to the Sunday School Class I teach with Cheryl. I just sat among the kids (8year olds) and listened to the lesson. It was a remarkable lesson and meant for me. It amazes me how much I learn each Sunday. It edifies my soul to make it to the next Sunday. I think I appreciate it more then others since I didn't attend Church for many many years till I attended the LDS Church. I never missed another Sunday since, even when traveling I always look up the LDS Church where I am and attend. I remember the first day I came to the "Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints" Sunday meeting with my little children. The three of us felt the spirit. The children told me in their own way. I went to the meetings for over a year before I became a member. I wanted to make sure this was right and good. I have never been disappointed in my decision and my extended family have also been supportive of this even though they themselves are not members.
As I came home today, . my son was getting ready for his Church meetings. Still the LDS church but, he attends the singles ward for young adults. I said hi with a sheepish smile. he did the same. we gave each other a hug. I told him I loved him. He did the same. Last night was only had a misunderstanding. That seems to always be the case. I wish now that I hadn't become so upset and emotional. Oh well. It happens to the best of us sometimes. We all make mistakes. Forgive quickly is the key.