This is it, the absolute last post of the day. I haven’t blogged in several days and seem to be trying to make up for it tonight. Anyway, I just read Kristi’s post about her son running around the house calling her name while all the time she was sitting quietly waiting for him. Kristi brought up the parallel between our human tendency to run hither, thither, and yon while our Heavenly Father is always there waiting quietly.
Her post reminded me of something I read years ago about one of the Church leaders, Hugh B. Brown (I think). As the story goes, he would often lie in the bed at night as a child and cry out, “Mother, Mother, are you there?” She would always answer in the affirmative. Years passed, and one day he left home. His mother reminded him of those earlier evenings and then told him that there would be times as an adult that he would feel lonely, afraid, or uncertain. At such times, he could confidently “cry out” to his Heavenly Father who, while not in the next room, was but a breath away.
I like ending my week with that thought. My sweet mama died in October of 2000, and as a child there were many days and nights that she advised me, comforted me, chastened me, encouraged me, and reassured me. She loved us, and we knew it. She’s no longer on the earth for me to turn to, but I know without a doubt that my Heavenly Father is there to listen…and I know that my mother would encourage me to go to Him in prayer.