My own mortality

Many things go through my mind this birthday season (mine was Wednesday, Isaiah's is today, Andrea's is the 7th)...first, I think about how my life will leave an impression on my family and the Church. I have officially outlived my father...he died three months before turning 36...and I remember the day, when Isaiah was two, that I had spent more time with him than my father had spent with me. I also vividly recall the birth of Joshua when I had brought one more child into the world than my father was afforded to do. I remember growing up without a father and envying the kids who had one. I also remember feeling comforted by my mother who taught me perseverence every time she paid the bills with one income. With everything I have experienced in my short 36 years on this soggy rock, I know my life will count for something. I am determined to be a good daddy. I am determined to be a good husband. I am resolved to be a man after God's heart yet I am reminded of my own mortality. I know I have lived almost half my life at this point and still have much to learn.
Second, I think about my savior as it is Good Friday and what must have gone through his mind as he wondered if the cup could be removed from him. His own mortality was imminent and his life changed humanity.
My life was changed as well. This kid, who grew from a fatherless family to being the father of one, was changed by the love of the Father for his children by the mystery of allowing his own son to be the sacrifice for missing the mark.
Today, I love my wife. I love my kids. I love my church.
I love my God!

I am...no longer mortal but eternal!

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