Slow Sunday

Today is Fast Sunday. Sometimes Fast Sunday seems to go REALLY slow...you know what I mean?

We talked about fasting yesterday with the kids. They both decided to fast from drinks today. They've done this once before. I can't say it doesn't make me extremely pleased. Lucy said she wanted to fast that she would happy moving to Kingston and that she would make friends. I was also pleased with her awareness of what would appropriate for her to fast for...and the apparent faith she has that Heavenly Father can help with this. Max was going to fast that our house would sell (this is what they fasted for last time he fasted). I reminded him that it did and our fasting had already worked on that one...so he joined Lucy.

As we sat in Sacrament Meeting Max got nervous and said, "I can't take the water because I'm fasting from drinks!" I explained to him, again, that sacrament is different. After church he was quite upset and said he really needed a drink. So we taught him about closing his fast and he said a little prayer and then had his drink.

Seriously these are great kids.

On Friday I was at the church setting up chairs and tables for our RS Retreat the next day. The kids were with me and the nursery toys were all locked away, so they went into the primary room and practiced giving talks from the pulpit. When I came in, Max was saying, "I saw two personages and I knew they were true...In the name of Jesus Christ, Amen."

I like that I get moments like this to sneak in on them and hear them practicing their testimonies and playing pretend. I like that church things have become part of their play too.

Max gets to give the prayer in primary next Sunday (his first time) and Lucy is giving a talk. Little blossoming kiddos.

Well, my brain is fried because of lack of food. I'm not making much sense and am looking forward to eating spaghetti for dinner...but I am grateful for fasting and the chance to fast WITH my children that they will be happy moving and make new friends. Something about doing it together makes it easier. Makes me think somebody knew that would be the case. I guess families are on purpose or something.