Since her recent baptism, my little girl has had two opportunities to fast. This Fast Sunday was her second.
I love that she is able and willing to make this sacrifice and is showing her obedience to her Father in Heaven. What makes it even more remarkable is that on both occasions, her motives were completely selfless.
Admittedly, it wasn’t all smooth sailing. She did have moments where she found it really difficult. The way we do it in our family is that when a child turns eight and have been baptized, they are required to participate on Fast Sundays. From age eight to twelve they do a half fast, which means they miss one major meal and from the age of twelve onwards, they are required to do a full fast which means twenty-four hours or two meals.
By the time we were in Sacrament Meeting today, she was feeling the discomforts of thirst and maybe a little hunger. It was really quite comical to watch her face light up when she realized the bread tray for Sacrament was under her nose and she looked up at me in delight and surprise. It made me think of a meme I saw on the Facebook page Mormon Memes.
And because she just adores Mr. Bean, I thought I’d create this one:
When all is said and done, what matters is that she came through, like the champion I’ve always known her to be. I’m so proud of her. She’s so resilient, yet teachable. Days like this restore my faith in what I have chosen to do with my life.
And as if that wasn’t enough, my other not-so-little little girl bore her testimony in Sacrament Meeting and spoke of how she thought I was the strongest woman she knows, and that she is who she is today because of me. She said many other wonderful and thoughtful things about me that had me weeping. Considering that she and I have been at loggerheads over so many things these past few months, this was the last thing I had expected, but I am so grateful to have heard what she said.
Having my two little girls uplift me and replenish my reserves today with their example and testimony brought to mind a wonderful moment I witnessed recently. I saw a parent bird (I’m going to pretend it was a mother) was flying with two baby birds. The scene, against the backdrop of a steely sky, held me captive as I watched the little birds dip and rise unsteadily, learning how to fly. I can only imagine the fulfillment she will feel when they fly off, borne on the winds by their wings, with skills she lovingly and patiently instilled in them. I look forward to my horizon filled with a similar image of my little ones borne away on their sure wings some time in the not-too-distant future.
This Fast Sunday has been my favorite one so far. I can’t wait for the next one!
What were the highlights of your Fast Sunday?