(image by Liz Lemon Swindle, found here)

Yesterday Frit asked if I would help her with the children’s class at church (it’s called Primary and she’s the music leader). One of our Primary children, Skyler, is currently at the children’s hospital in Salt Lake City battling lukemia. Skyler is four. And the reason she needed my help was so that she could record Skyler’s Primary friends singing some of his favorite songs to put on a CD to send to him.

One of the other teachers shared pictures of Skyler and tried to explain what he was going through at the hospital. The children watched wide-eyed, not totally understanding, but comprehending enough to know that their friend Skyler was hurting.

I hooked up my recording equipment and explained how they needed to stand still and quiet–how they needed to sing loudly, but sweetly. (Not a small feat for 100 children ages 3 to 11 to accomplish.) And then they sang. So beautifully. So reverently. With all the love their little hearts could muster. And when it was all said and done, I was crying. Frit was crying. The other teachers were crying. Even a couple of the children had tears brimming at their eyes.

Frit took a moment to talk about what we were all feeling. She talked about truth and love and joy. She talked about the Spirit. She talked about Jesus.

And the children listened.

I’ve been having a difficult time the last couple months. I’m trying to work through it and get back to being me. And I’m getting there, I am. I’m just at a loss for what to say. About anything.

But I do know that listening to this is helping.

I hope you enjoy.

I Know That My Savior Loves Me

I’m Trying to Be Like Jesus