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Family Home Evening

Last night was Family Home Evening at our house. This is a Monday night thing---we get together as a family. We sing songs, have a lesson, talk about the week and share scriptures. Sometimes we have a game, but not generally.

Last night, my Allison gave the lesson. It was on gratitude. I'm pretty sure she didn't read my last blog post, so this was awesome in and of itself. She gave a beautiful lesson and then asked each one of us to name five things were were grateful for. There were the usual, 'grateful for my family' etc, but two things stood out to me.

When Ashley was naming the five things she was most thankful for---she said, "I'm grateful for my disability. It's made me the person I'm supposed to be."

I got all teary eyed. (For those of you that don't know, she had a stroke in the womb and has cerebral palsy on her right side). Isn't it wonderful that a catastrophic event that still at times brings pain to the heart of a mother, can be viewed as a blessing by the child it was visited upon?

When it was Allison's turn to name the five things she was most grateful for, she said, "I am so thankful for the gospel and the foundation it has given me in my life. I don't know where I'd be without it. I know it wouldn't be a good place, so I'm very, very grateful for the gospel of Jesus Christ."

Again, tears. But as you can see HERE, my eyes have leaked a great deal of late. And not only in a bad way.

So what are YOU thankful for?

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