Elder McQuivey and I were asked to talk in SS class today, about what it's like to spend Christmas on a mission. Jay and I sort of rehearsed about who would say what. He wanted to talk about how it is Christmas for us everyday. We think of the Savior 24/7, and we try to live as he would want us to live. That means repenting constantly. I was to bear my testimony. And in bearing my testimony, I had to tell about that "place" I was at when that very special witness was testified to me, that Jesus is the Christ, the Son of God, my Savior and my Redeemer. I told about studying the scriptures all my life, as far back as I could remember. How I was an akamai student in Bible class in the Congregational Church on the Big Island, and at Kamehameha Girls School. I knew my scriptures well, having memorized many in English and in Hawaiian.
I was a young mother, studying the scriptures on my own in the early morning hours before my family woke up. And I can see that special place now, as I recall, on the floor in the bathroom in Murray, Utah. I was curled up on the red shag carpet, over the heat vent, and that special witness was made known to me. I sobbed, as I did today, feeling the Holy Ghost bear witness to me again. I love my Savior. With my eternal companion, I feel we are progressing as we dedicate our lives at this time to His service. This mantle is truly a wonderful cloak that we wear every day, especially as we wear our name tags.
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