I know I'm not the only mom out there who worries her nails over the state of the world.
I love reading books from the 1800's whose mother-characters worry over the state of their world. What did they have to worry about? Hems raising above the ankles? The deplorable state of mud roads? Horse poop?
I guess they worried about their spinster 18 year old daughter and if she'd ever get married.
I worry about all sorts of stuff. I reserve a special time of day for it.
It's called bedtime.
But I'm grateful for a revelation that I keep receiving, giving me comfort. I'm especially grateful that Heavenly Father is kind and patient enough to continue to remind me.
Whenever I worry about the state of the world, if my children will come home safely from school, if they'll grow up to be politicians or worse...like...what's worse? I dunno, serial killers.
Anyway, when I worry about these things I pray and ask Heavenly Father to lift my burden and tell me what to do.
Just tell me what to do, and I'll do it.
And every time He tells me the same thing. "Let them know me."
And the rest suddenly doesn't really matter. Because if my children know their Heavenly Father, they know who they are. And I know who they are. I'm reminded of the power that is in place to protect them, and all of Heavenly Father's children. I'm reminded that I was married in the Temple, that my children were born under a promise that we would be together forever. A promise.
No matter what happens here, we have forever. We have repentance to bring us to forever. And we have repentance because of our Savior.
"Let them know me..."
It sounds so effortless. Like all I have to do is step off to the side, and let their spirits feel His divinity and love. Like I just have to reinforce those good and beautiful feelings. Like I just have to show them that I know Him.
What a powerful reminder.