Memories

I was thinking this week about my life and what I am doing, and I began to think about my childhood. There are some memories that I will cherish forever, just little things that have changed who I am today, and have really taught me about how to live.
I have had a really long week, and I am ready to take a rest...even that, that ability to sit and rest came from things that I did in my childhood. When I was little, my mom would work extra hard on Friday, she would clean the house (with happy help from everyone of coarse) and she would make homemade bread, and we would sit as a family and do Sabbath together. Then, on Saturday, we just enjoyed the day and being with each other. Dad would make pancakes, and we would watch loony tunes (or Veggie Tales). I am so thankful now that I know how to rest when I need it!
Another good memory that I have is dad coming up to pray for us all. I remember laying there in bed and waiting as he would come up the stairs and go into my sisters room, then across the hall to my other sisters room, and finally to mine. He would neal by the bed, put his hand on my head and pray something short, but from his heart. Then I would tell him something about my day, he would hive me a kiss and I would go to sleep. Because of that, I always felt safe, and I knew that he was just down stairs, but it also taught me something. It taught me to pray as I sleep, because on the nights when he was not home, I could not sleep, and when I finally did, it would not be nearly as good. Now, because of that whenever I cannot sleep I pray, and the spirit of God always comes.