My heart is full. Tomorrow, my stomach will be very full, and it will push up against my full heart, and it won’t be very comfortable. That’s why I’m writing this today.
Gratitude is one of those things that keeps us remembering the Lord. Friends, family, other blessings and the little things in life are the bounty that I behold and cannot comprehend and do not feel I deserve. Heavenly Father is so good to us, even in these tough times; especially in these tough times. I know you can see and feel that. We’re pretty safe in the boat. I’m glad we have the strength of our class to help see us through.
Below is a little activity. Try matching the class members to the reasons I’m grateful for them. You might have to use process of elimination if some of the descriptions are vague. Please note these aren’t the only reasons I’m grateful for you.
[A matching activity involving class members’ names and some of their characteristics]
No logic can really explain why I’m so excited to wake up at 4:30 every morning. Nothing really makes sense at that time of day. You fill my waking moments and float through my dreams. I get to class and I see you walk in and you’re glad to be there. Smiling, awake. I’m suspicious at first, but I’m also glad you’re there. It makes me nervous sometimes, how I wonder if people are going to show up. Without fail, you do. Beyond that, you analyze and discuss and share personal experiences. Every morning, the classroom is about to burst with camaraderie and laughter and testimony. Every morning, my heart swells. It is full.
In Elder Holland’s talk on Sunday, he mentioned the Lord’s Prayer. He specifically mentioned the passage, “Thy will be done, on earth as it is in heaven.” He tied this in to the importance of families and children: Families are the fundamental unit of society in heaven, and we should strive for strong families here on earth. If they have seminary classes in heaven, our class? the class we have now, every day, that makes my heart so grateful? That’s how I imagine heaven’s seminary.
Love, Sister Anderton