…To Come Unto Me…

Day 7 of Light the World, “Suffer the little children to come unto me” reminds us to see the need children have for love and attention and comfort. Christ is such an example of treating children tenderly and with a deep love and appreciation for their precious innocence. In the scriptures it says:

11 And it came to pass that he commanded that their little children should be brought.

12 So they brought their little children and set them down upon the ground round about him, and Jesus stood in the midst; and the multitude gave way till they had all been brought unto him. {3 Nephi 17:11-12}

I can imagine being a mother at that time; scurrying and carrying and pushing my children up to his side. Then returning to my seat, bowing my head and praying those same children would remember everything their older brother, Jesus Christ, said to them and blessed them with . “Please let them remember the way they feel, the softness of His touch to hand and heart. Never let them forget the sound of His tender voice and the look in His eyes as He gazed upon them. Please let them remember all this when they hear Him utter the words, “Come follow me” and bless them to desire to follow Him.” That’s what I’d be praying.

When they came back to me, I think I would just gaze at them and try and soak in some of the Spirit that surrounded them – afraid to touch them. Afraid I would bring them back to reality after this spiritual experience. Finally I would embrace them. Perhaps hoping to feel for a moment what they had felt.

I loved being a mom from the get-go; every part of it {okay, maybe not so much the teenage years…and this married children stage is a little rough to adjust to} but other than that, I love being a mom. Having those sweet spirits come to me, need me, find comfort in my arms. My four kids filled the basket at the grocery store. They filled the entire back of my VW Bug. The small kitchen table was filled with their legs and arms and chatty moments. They filled to overflowing our bank account. And then they filled the mini van. And then they were gone.

Most of all, though, those four kids filled my heart to bursting at the seams. And they will be joined in my full heart with our angel daughter who I’m sure is eager to feel the love of her earthly family.

They may not be sitting around His knee, all their senses on overload, but I know they have always been under the watchful care of their older brother, the one who said, “Suffer the little children to come unto me”.

And I still pray for them (for all of us actually) to always remember our Heavenly home and keep a strong desire to return there; to feel, once again, the tender touch of our older brother, Jesus Christ. To hear His voice; see the sparkle in His eyes reminding us He knows us – has always known us – and has been mindful of us the entire time we have been away.

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