Best Moment of the Day

It was one of those beautiful spring afternoons, and I was in the kitchen sewing when our first-grade daughter came home from school. We spent a few minutes sharing the day’s events, as we always did, then she was off to change her clothes and run outside to see if today she could stay up on the bicycle by herself. Her younger brother had learned to ride already, so Jennifer was eager to learn also.

In a few moments I heard her excitedly cry out, “I did it, mom! I rode the bike by myself. Come watch me!” I watched as she unsteadily balanced herself and then wobbily peddled to the end of the driveway before tipping over to stop. What an exciting moment!

She rode a few more times, but then we had to hurry to a branch baseball game at the local park. It was the first time she had been to the park after the long winter, and what fun she had with her brothers and her friend from next door! After the game, we stopped at a drive-in, then home again where she rode the bike until dark.

As I tucked her in that night, we talked about what a fun day she had had—learning to ride the bike, playing in the park, stopping at the drive-in—and then I asked her the question I ask each night, “What was the most special thing that happened to you today?” Before she could answer, I said, “Let me guess. I’ll bet it was learning to ride the bike.”

“No,” she answered, “it was coming home to you.” Mrs. Lonnie Hackworth, Rexburg, Idaho

Singing in Sign Language

I sing in church with the congregation, even though a hearing loss prevents me from carrying a tune or singing in harmony with those around me.

For years I sang as best I could, trying not to notice the people who looked around to see who was singing so far out of tune. My timing was good, and I was not too loud; nevertheless, I was a distraction to those around me.

When my hearing worsened, I couldn’t sing at all because I couldn’t hear the music. Yet I knew that the scriptures said, “My soul delighteth in the song of the heart; yea, the song of the righteous is a prayer unto me, and it shall be answered with a blessing upon their heads.” (D&C 25:12.)

Deeply desiring to understand the talks, music, lessons, and announcements at church, I began to learn Ameslan (American sign language). When my husband and I attended the Oakland temple, I was helped through the session using sign language. And then when we attended services in a ward in Seattle, Washington, where they had a deaf group, I was delighted to see that they signed the hymns.

Now I sing with all my heart—in sign language. I am still a distraction, but I see smiles instead of frowns.

I am asked, on occasion, to sign songs in Relief Society and Primary, and have come to view my hearing loss as a blessing. I look forward to the time when I can use my skills to teach the gospel to others who may not be able to receive it in any other way. Wesley Charlene Muller, Everett, Washington

“Why Me?”

Many times when we are faced with difficult experiences, and prayers seem not to be answered, we have a tendency to wonder, “Why me?”

Recently I found myself in this situation. In the second trimester of pregnancy, even after fervent prayers and blessings, I suffered a miscarriage.

But as I lay in the emergency room with the doctor, suddenly the sadness and fear passed away, replaced by warmth and understanding. I knew that all would be well. I was assured that the body of this spirit hadn’t been developing properly and that the child would have another opportunity for mortal life.

I understood, too, that I needed to love and cherish my three children more completely and to become more concerned with their welfare than with a tidy house. I realized that the most valuable things to me were my life, my husband, and my family.

With these facts once more in their proper perspective, I rejoiced in the Lord’s comforting assurance that “… All things shall give thee experience, and shall be for thy good.” (D&C 122:7.) Janice Aubrey, Salt Lake City, Utah

Photography by Eldon Linschoten