A Growing Testimony

Carson was a handful today in church. Clint and I were up and down before the sacrament was even passed out. After the 1st talk was given I went to relieve my husband who was sitting in the hallway. I took my son to the mother's room and set the rocking chair up so it wouldn't hit the wall. I was stumbling,Carson was crying. I was so frustrated! I was thinking, what is the point of me even being here right now? Carson is miserable, I can't concentrate on whats being said. I just knelt down with a now very very VERY angry son and prayed. I prayed for the Lord to bless me with strength to get through not just sacrament but the next two hours. That I could gain something out of this church day. That things could just be still. I sat back up in the rocking chair and began to rock my screaming son. It became very quiet. I looked down to his sleeping eyes with residue of tears still on his cheeks. I wiped them away and kissed his nose. Afraid to move I stayed there and listened to the music being sung. Sister Penrod came on over the speaker next. She told about her amazing convert mother. Who had done so much work for her ancestors. She spoke of the image that she had at her mother's funeral. Of her mother tilting her head back and laughing embracing all the people she had searched and done so much work for. I became overwhelmed and emotional. I listened, cried and kept rocking. She ended her talk with her GROWING testimony. This stuck out to me so. That was my answer to my prayer along with Carson's screams at an end Ü I have never heard it put that way. "I have a growing testimony..." I love it. I loved her talk the spirit I felt in that quiet mother's lounge will be remembered for a long time to come. P.S. Carson was a doll the rest of church!