I so wish I had taken a picture of my experience last night. I was laying in my bed at 6 pm because I was exhausted from my first full-time day. As I laid in my bed, I could hear Jackson gathering the boys to my room for a prayer. They knelt beside my bed and Jackson asked Kaydon to pray. I don't know where my children learned to talk to our Father, but these prayers are impossible to deny having the Spirit. He prayed diligently for me and for my ability to heal and to rest and to do hard things. He prayed for Braxton, who considers to struggle emotionally. He prayed for each of the boys, that they would be able to help me in whatever capacity they could. He prayed that we would be strong and taken care of. He prayed with faith and with hope. His brothers, with their heads bowed echoed that faith and hope with their reverence and with their "amen." I did as well.
How I love these boys. How I am so grateful for their faith when mine is low. How I am so grateful for their testimonies of a God and a Savior, who know us and love us. How I am so grateful that they love me and I love them. How I am so grateful for our ability to do hard things and for these moments that remind us that we are never alone.
And, today is the four month anniversary of my stroke. Four months of growth.
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