I feel my Savior's love!

I feel my Savior's love.
In all the world around me
His Spirit warms my soul
Through everything I see.

I feel my Savior's love

Its gentleness enfolds me

And when I kneel to pray

My heart is filled with peace.

I feel my Savior's love
And know that He will bless me
I offer Him my heart;
My shepherd He will be!

He knows I will follow him,

Give all my life to Him

I feel my Savior's love,

The love He freely gives me.

I'll share my Savior's love
By serving others freely,
In serving I am blessed,
In giving I receive.

I have literally listened to this song everyday on the way to work for the past two weeks.  I cannot express how much these words have meant throughout my day.  "He knows I will follow him, give all my life to him."  Sounds like a promise I have already made!  

I feel my Savior's love, the love he freely gives me!

This one is for you, Mom.

Mother's are amazing, aren't they?  My mom is.  She has been on my mind a lot this week.  I always know when I am missing her because I start to sing or hum the primary song "Mother tell me the story."  She used to sing it to us as kids.  The lyrics are:

(Child)

"Mother tell me the stories that I love to hear.

Tell me of heaven and why I came here.

Mother, tell how you love me, and gently speak,

and then I'll go to sleep."

(Mother)

"Child, I am here.

Can you feel that heaven is near?

Sleep, sleep; a lovewatch I'll keep

To protect you through the night."

 I have started to realize just how far away New Jersey is from Utah!  It's 2,198 miles away to be exact. 

But for every single mile I could count between us, I have a memory or grateful moment of my Mom.  So, really, if we are speaking in terms of the heart, we are next door neighbors!  

It's funny that when I got married  I started to notice my mother in myself.  I have made the same facial expressions, the same jokes, and when I unpacked my kitchen it ended up being organized exactly like hers.  I inherited her "green thumb."  A few days ago I wasn't feeling well and while I was laying on the couch in self pity I had the urge to call my mom.  I thought that maybe if I could complain to her I would feel better. My husband has even mentioned how he sees her in me. 

For most women this is horrifying.  For me it is something to be proud of.

My mom is loving.

My mom is kind.

My mom is strong and resilient.  

My mom is brave and honest.

My mom is patient.

My mom is spiritual.

My mom is a good mom.

Who wouldn't want to be that?!  

So, Mom, this one is for you!

The next time I notice her in myself, or someone mentions they notice,  I will smile and take it as a compliment!