Sunday

Owen bore his testimony today. I did, too, but it was Owen's testimony that had me feeling so happy.

It was about 4 minutes past the time we should be ending and there was somebody still talking at the pulpit. Owen comes over while he's eating some of Penny's apple slices.

He said, " I want to bear my testimony." All casual-like.

"Really? Hmmm. It's pretty late now do you want to wait until next time?" I tried to coax. (shame on me.)

"No, I want to go today."

"Well, ok. Go on up and sit by Dad."

Owen bears his testimony a lot. He is really thoughtful and quite sincere when he does it.

Once about Prayers being answered after he slept in his bed all night and prayed for heavenly Father's help to do it

Once about Families being together forever.

And yesterday he said something like,

"Hi my name is Owen and i want to bear my testimony that God lives."

I can't remember the rest, i'll have to see if Doug remembers. Oh, it was sweet. HE made me so proud.