"become as a little child..."

So I've been really trying hard to hold family home evenings every Monday. It's challenging to say the least. My little ladies have too many jiggles and wiggles. They last through the opening song and half way through the opening prayer before they are doing flips off the couch. Seriously. Jon and I have wondered more than once if this was even worth it. But, I remember hearing someone say that even if you don't think they're listening, they are.

Tonight was different. I prepared a lesson around the chore chart I made for the girls, focusing on the importance of working together in a family. They actually participated and answered my questions and related to the story. Perhaps our persistence is now paying off. When our lesson was done, Morgan asked me if she could hold the picture of Jesus and bear her testimony, something we all strive to do at the end of our FHE.

So, the girls took turns bearing their little testimonies. I really listened to their sweet voices announcing that they knew this church was true and that they believed in Jesus and that they know He loves them. It occured to me that even at their inexperienced age, they meant every word they said. They didn't say it because they were told to, they truly know Jesus. They truly know their purpose. The veil is still thin, their view of life uncorrupted and their eye single to the Glory of God. They were not embarrassed or ashamed or hesitant or doubtful. They stood proud and fulfilled. And at that moment I realized that I was so small among these two spiritual giants who no doubt have more to teach me than I them.

At one point Morgan told me that she was so happy she was sad. I looked down at her and her beautiful eyes were welling up with tears. I knew what she was feeling. How I wish that I experienced that feeling more. She literally glowed and I was quite astounded at how sensitive she was to the Spirit. I began to explain to her what that feeling was but she already knew. "I'm so happy!" she said. And then she went on with her evening without so much as a change and I realized that she always walks this way. I was ashamed that touching events occur rarely in my life but for these little children, the Spirit always dwells in their pure little hearts.

Tonight, after I put those amazing little angels of mine to bed, I couldn't help but think of the scripture that says, "become as a little child or ye can in nowise inherit the kingdom of God." (3 Nephi 11:38) I know tonight what that scripture means. How grateful I am for these little Angels who teach me so much.