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When I grow up

KayleeTeresa.jpg I love how happy I look in this picture! (BTW I’m the four year old in the picture 😉 ) I was so excited for my aunt to go on a mission, I am so glad I followed her example. I’m even going close to the same mission she went to (Just a skip, hop and a boat ride away across Lake Ontario). When I was that young I didn’t understand that eventually you would come home from a mission and, I remember when she came home, I was so excited because she could would be able to play her violin at my baptism. I love my aunt, thanks so much for being a great example to me!

The Book of Mormon is important

Last Sunday In primary while my mom was teaching the lesson, an adorable little boy was hitting his head with his Book of Mormon (I guess since he couldn’t read he wanted to pound the scriptures into his head). I turned towards him and asked, “Is that how you should treat it?” pointing to the Book of Mormon. He nodded his head, I replied “No,” and shook my head. He had a blank stare on his face, obviously he didn’t understand me. A few seconds later I saw him throwing his Book of Mormon on the ground. This time when I asked him if that’s how we treated our scriptures he shook his head, We made progress! However it didn’t last long. After that the book when through several head bangs, floor hits, it was stepped on, bent in every which way, and rubbed between the knees. Through all of this I, very patiently, asked the four year old if that is how we should treat our scriptures. Finally it disappeared, I guess he lost interest in throwing it around so he thought sitting on it was a better choice. Later, when we were sitting in a circle on the floor (I know it sounds weird, but we were having singing time…on the floor) I noticed that his Book of Mormon was neglected on a chair. I started to think about how we can treat our own Book of Mormon with respect. Now I know that most of you reading this blog wouldn’t bang your heads with a Book of Mormon, or sit on it, however, we can show our respect for it by studying it often rather than leaving it on a shelf to gather dust.

I Hope They Call Me on a Mission

A Few Sundays ago I was called to teach the sunbeams (three and four year old children) with my mom. The following Sunday, when we were in Singing Time, we were learning about missionary work and how amazing it is, one of the songs we sang was “I Hope They Call Me on a Mission” At first I was excited to sing this song because I loved it as a kid, but as soon as we sang the words “I hope by then I will be ready, to teach and preach and work as missionaries do” I was was holding back tears. I remember when I was in primary and we sang this song. I remember how loud we sang this song and the excitement that could be felt from all of the primary kids in that room. I also remember how much I wanted to be a missionary. Now I am preparing to serve a mission and in a few short months I am going to teach and preach and work as missionaries do!