Tender Mercies.

I just had to post this because it is sweet. It's no secret these last couple weeks yielded an extra dosage of "missing my missionary" syndrom. Some weeks are just harder than others. Well, a couple things happened that showed that the Lord has tender mercies for us moms.

I always have very vivid and realistic dreams. In the last 5 months, I have only been able to dream of Bryant twice. It seemed unfair. Why couldn't I just visit him in my dreams a little more often. The other night, I dreamt that we passed each other as I was coming out of the temple and he was going in. We paused and took a long look at each other, smiled and went on. I knew he wasn't supposed to see me so I hurried on but I woke up feeling like I just saw him in real life and I felt so happy and renewed. 

Then, today. I was in the office and the top file cabinet was ajar. I closed it and a paper was sticking out of one of the files. I opened the file and pulled out the loose leaf paper that was sticking out. I don't know how it got there, or why, but I have never seen it or heard it before. It was a poem written from Bryant for one of my birthdays. I don't know when he wrote it and no one here has ever heard it as well. My birthday was a couple weeks ago. It was written in true , wacky Bryant style.

Oh the Lord hears our prayers and knows our hearts. He loves me. I know it. I loved my little poem. Thank you, my son. Thank you for visiting me in my dreams. I love you.