I've had a lot of quiet thinking time, trying to put my feelings into words.
Our ward had a boy pass-away in his sleep early Sunday morning. While I can't say that I knew him well, I knew him. I was in primary for a little over a year with him, until he turned 12 and advanced to Young Men. All I have to say about him, and his family, is how awesome they are. He was such a remarkable boy, not your typical 12 year-old boy. Calm and quiet, polite. He knew his stuff! His parents have taught him well. They have such awesome testimonies of the Gospel! While I would like to think that I would be strong in this situation, I feel that I would crumple, hide in my bed and mourn. But at the same time, I feel happiness, I feel comfort in the knowledge that I have. I feel peace.
I know that our Heavenly Father has a plan for us.
I know that He sent His Son, our Savior.
I know that while on earth, He taught many and performed miracles.
I know that He atoned for our sins.
I know that our Savior died.
I know that He was resurrected.
I know that He lives.
I know that beacuse of all of this, I can be forgiven of my faults and shortcomings, my mistakes and sins, that there is mercy, for me, and that after this life, it doesn't end.
I know that we can be an eternal family.
Because of all this, I know that my Heavenly Father loves me.
I haven't seen the Savior. I haven't seen my Heavenly Father. But, I know that they live. I know because I have tested it. I am reminded everyday by the feelings I have in my heart. I know because of the spirit I feel when we read the scriptures, or that I get when we pray. This gives me comfort. While I hope and pray, that my family won't have to experience this trial, I hope that I would have the strength, and the presence of mind to remember what I have been taught. To not let the sadness make me question what I know. To take this knowledge, paired with faith, to understand that I don't know it all, and be comforted.