Today is Mother’s Day. Tomorrow is my Grandma Stucki’s birthday. She passed away last year. I miss her. I think about her all the time.
Grandma had skilled hands. She planted flowers, baked goodies, and crafted porcelain dolls.
Some time ago, she combined her talent and her faith for some art projects. One of the pieces she made was this bust of Jesus Christ.
I’m so honored to have it now. I keep it on my desk at church. I reference it often.
In my role at church, I sit with struggling friends and happy friends. I meet with couples beginning their lives together and widows who miss their mate.
Some friends are seeking answers. Still others are relishing in personal revelation and just want to share it with someone who will appreciate it. Listening is my favorite part.
Most often, I sit with good people who are doing their best and living well. My only task is to encourage them to continue doing it.
How many times have good individuals done the right thing only to break, or wear away, under the subsequent stress, canceling out much of the value of what they have already so painstakingly done?
Sometimes that which we are doing is correct enough but simply needs to be persisted in—patiently—not for a minute or a moment but sometimes for years.Patience by Neal A Maxwell
Just fourteen years ago, Grandma was forming this reminder of the Savior.
Now she is with Him. I know that.
Stay persistent. Stay believing. Time is always on the side of truth.
And seek the face of the Lord always, that in patience ye may possess your souls, and ye shall have eternal lifeDoctrine and Covenants 101:38