Snowflakes

For Christmas my brother is making a book for my parents with all of
our testimonies...here's mine.

Dear Dad and Mom,
It is always a sacred experience to reflect on my testimony and try to somehow find words to express what I believe. I would much prefer to dance my testimony knowing that movement is a much purer form of communication, but since you can't hold movement on a piece of paper I hope this analogy will be meaningful to you.

The experiences I've had over the last 38 years that have created my testimony are like a thousand tiny little snowflakes that have softly distilled on my soul. Each one is so unique and beautiful. Most have come in quiet moments when I have been still enough to notice them. Each, in and of itself, may seem insignificant to anyone else-but to me they were one more tiny layer of truth, one more moment of peace, one more answer to prayer, one more ounce of strength...layered upon me until I was blanketed with the beautiful covering of testimony.

I have felt undeniable peace within the walls of the temple. I've heard truth, whether spoken or written, that has embedded itself into my soul and become a part of me. I have seen Heavenly Father answer a simple prayer of a little boy, only to confirm to me that he is ever mindful of the smallest details in our lives. I have felt the Saviors love in powerful in personal ways...the ways that only He would know that I needed. I have inhaled the beauty of His creations only to be reminded that they all denote His existence and love for me.

How grateful I am for the light and beauty and power of this testimony in my life. It has lighted my way thus far and I know it will be a continued and necessary source of stability and peace in the days ahead.

So next time you see a snowflake, think of each of your little testimony building experiences, each moment of grace and love and awareness He has shown you and think of your daughter who loves the gospel of Jesus Christ and revels in it's beauty!

I love you! H