I've spent the last two weeks in Utah, visiting with my sister, her family, and my son Steve and his wife Melinda. One night, the whole clan was gathered at my sister's house. There was noise and confusion, laughter and teasing. Most of all there was love. Love for each other. Love for the Savior.
For who can love family without including the Savior?
One of my sister's little granddaughters said a blessing on the food before we dug in. (That is what Mormons do, with great gusto and enthusiasm: eat.) The sweet words of this child touched me. Her innocent but certain faith in the Father and the Savior reminded me that faith is not born of great knowledge or learning. It comes from the heart.
So, for today, I am grateful for family and the sure faith of a child.