The Sundays where anyone in the congregation can go up to the pulpit and bear witness of what they know to be true about the gospel.
True, sometimes you never know what your going to get.
Like this one little ole' gal in our ward, who's somewhere in her 90's, has announced over the pulpit that Santa Claus is not real.
More than once.
Poor kids. Some took that unsuspecting blow pretty hard.
Anyway, for the last few months without me telling her to, or helping her in any way, Savannah has started writing down her testimony and going up there with her little paper to read it over the pulpit. It's different every month, and this is what she said yesterday.
Hi, my name is Savannah. I'd like to bare
my testimony that I know God will answer
your prayers if you have faith in Him. And I
know that we're not perfect. But we are special.
And I know that we have blessings as special
as us. And I know God loves us very much.
In the name of Jesus Christ Amen.
Sometimes, I stand all amazed at the incredible wisdom and simple faith of a small child.
I hope she knows how wonderful she is.
Then later in the meeting, Jacob leans over, looks up at me and in his loud whisper that's not really a whisper says, "Mom! What's superhero plus superhero? ....... Eyelashes! Hahaha!"
Then abruptly goes back to his coloring.
Once again, I was all amazed.
Just for entirely different reasons.
I mean.... wow. I love that kid.
But I'm going to blame that one on his father.