For Little Friends

By Samuel Pulsipher


Fiction:

The Most Thankful Thank-you of All

That by him, and through him, and of him, the worlds are and were created, and the inhabitants thereof are begotten sons and daughters unto God (D&C 76:24).

Melissa gave the opening prayer at family home evening. After the amen, Daddy thanked her and said, “We each agreed to bring a reminder of something we want to thank Heavenly Father for. Melissa, would you like to go first?”

She shook her head firmly, swinging her pigtails back and forth. “Not this time, Daddy. I have the most thankful thank-you of all, and I want to save it till last.”

Daddy nodded. “Very well then, since Baby Billy’s too young to take part, I guess it’s Mommy’s turn.”

Mommy lifted a picture that had been facedown on her lap. “Who can tell me what this is?”

Melissa raised her hand. “It looks like a big blue-and-white marble.”

“It does,” Mommy agreed. “But it’s really a photo of the earth that was taken from space. All the trees and flowers and other beautiful things we see around us are part of it, and I feel very grateful for such a wonderful place in which to live.”

“Thank you,” Daddy said. “So do I.” He picked up a chalkboard that had been leaning against the couch. A frowny face was drawn on it. “Even though I love Heavenly Father, I still make mistakes, and that makes me sad.” With an eraser Daddy wiped away the frowny face and drew a smiley face. “I’m grateful for repentance because it lets me change my ways and be happy again.”

Mommy reached over and squeezed his hand. “So am I.” She turned to Melissa. “And now let’s hear your thank-you. I’m sure it is a good one!”

With a huge smile, Melissa picked up a copy of the Friend and slowly opened it to reveal a picture. “I’m thankful for Jesus,” she said.

Mommy hugged Melissa. “Jesus Christ helped to create our beautiful world, and His Atonement makes repentance possible.”

“You were right,” Daddy said. “You do have the most thankful thank-you of all.”

[illustrations] Illustrated by Mark W. Robison

His Strength

He made the world;
He lit the stars;
He filled the endless sea,
Then meekly veiled His awesome power
And died for you and me.

[illustration] Painting by Judith Mehr