By Janet Walgren
Today was another wonderful Sabbath. It started with The Mormon Tabernacle Choir performing a Memorial Day Concert and broadcast in the tabernacle at Temple Square. I particularly liked the women’s performance of Distant Land by John Rutter, the mens performance of Bring Him Home from Les miserables, and the playing of Taps set to the backdrop of war memorials and military cemeteries.
After the choir, I attended church with Heidi again. I really like her congregation. I never expected to feel like a babe in my child’s arms but I did; it felt so good to sit next to her and be wrapped up in her arms as we worshiped together. One sweet thing that happened is that she gave me a necklace during church. She just reached around my neck and put it on me then put her arm around me as we were sitting listening to the talks.
There was a speaker who talked about his prodigal son experience. When he finally decided to turn his life around, he returned to church and met a man at the door. The man asked if he could help the speaker and the speaker said, “I don’t know where I am supposed to be.” The man just hugged him and said, “Welcome Home.” I love that story. Wouldn’t it be wonderful if everyone would be like that?
After church Heidi took me to the cemetery to see my mother’s grave. My mother passed away a year ago April. The cemetery was full of families visiting the graves of their loved ones and it felt so reassuring to realize how good people really are and how strong families are. I appreciate knowing that families are eternal in nature and that we are all a part of God’s family, His sons, and His daughters.
This afternoon I spent an hour on the phone with Heather who is in England until the 20th, and then another hour with Jamie. My son, Keli and his wife called also and their call reminded me of the “potential husband interview” in the movie, The Importance of Being Earnest. “How is ______going” he inquired? “Well not as well as I would like,” I responded. “Glad to hear it!!!” he countered.
It seems that most of my children have my life planned out for me. I can come move in to a granny flat, or spare room, and live with them and we will all live happily ever after. How they ever talked their spouses into that one I will never know, but my grandchildren love me for good reason.
I guess it isn’t that far off the future that God has promised to all who obey His commands. “Welcome Home, here is your family, and here are the keys to your mansion!” It’s a lovely dream, a worthy goal, and totally achievable! Best of all, it’s up to you.