Remember is one of the
most important words.
This week I went to spend some time with my family in St.
George. Grandma Blake and I were walking
to our car after swimming and in the grassy field there was a family flying a
kite and I had a flash back to when I was a kid. I remembered that
my mom would buy us a kite every to spring to fly. This year our kite was a black triangle with
a white triangle flap where the string clung too. This is the year I learned to
fly a kite. I am amazed at the simple-ness
of flying a kite but it’s a difficult thing to do. And with that memory also
came my mom’s life lessons. Grandma is an amazing woman and has a life analogy
for every experience.
With the word remember we can remember where we came from, we can remember why
we are here, we can remember our end goal.
We can remember our family legacy. I talked to Grandpa Blake this week
and we were talking about family history.
The family history library has produced a family geneology chart and
from one ancestor there are 3 descendants, 1 line of descendants are most of
the church leaders, on the 2 line there are most of the American leadership,
and on the third line which is our line are average people that are anchors in
the community and Church. Remember that is your legacy to be an anchor. Anchors are used in storms to help the boat
from moving. The anchor sits at the bottom of the ocean alone but knows that
the captain is in charge and knows that the captain will not forget him.
Remember I WILL ALWAYS BE
YOUR ANCHOR to your boat and the calm in your storm.
You can remember your moms’ great love
for you. You can remember
all the sacrifices that she has made for you.
You can remember that she know who each of you are
meant to be.
Each of you chose your name and whispered it to me before
you were born. Each of you chose your
name because you wanted to remember something in this
mortal life. And I know why each of you
chose your name. And if ever you’re
interested in finding out what you wanted to remember;
you can it in my red journal on page 562. You don’t need to ask permission to
read it just do it. All of my journals
are for you all to read.
Remember I love you and
God loves you.
Leave your heart open to remembering.
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