All that I can do

Earlier tonight we were looking through a daily journal where I have written thoughts over the years. Looking back I see lots pages where the daily happenings of our family are recorded. Family stood out. All other activities faded. I read a story in the Ensign again tonight. Teaching about prayer was illustrated by a father and son who meet in a far away city and as they left each other they knew that they would never again in this life live with each other. They would see each other of course but it represented one leaving the other. Then I thought of the last time I had seen my own father. He was walking away to get on a bus. I saw him leave for the last time in this life. The stories tell of feelings, of hoping, that he would be prepared for what was to come. Of hoping that all that could have been done to help him had been done. A prayer had always been the practice. Fathers watching over sons and hoping for the 'Fathers" help. The most a Father can do for a son or a daughter is to love their mother. Then too, to hope that they will seek the help of "our" Father as they go on by themselves. One doesn't have to come to New Mexico to find their "soul standing still" with hope and expectation and faith and love.
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"I think that New Mexico was the greatest experience from the outside world that I ever had. It certainly changed me forever..................The moment I saw the brilliant proud morning (sun) shine high up over the deserts of Santa Fe, something stood still in my soul" D.H. Lawerence