I awoke to sweet little cards made by The Circus, followed by the morning rush of Church. Getting ready, snacks and bag packed, hustled downstairs to find a taxi…
I love my Church. I find our gospel doctrine truly edifying and uplifting. The speakers were eloquent and witty in their praise of the women in their lives, mothers, wives, grandmothers. I was especially touched by Brother C. who spoke about his grandmother. During the Cultural Revolution, his grandfather was sent to labor camp and his grandmother raised their seven children on her own. She also helped to raise her grandchildren. Brother C. paid tribute to her temperance and patience, despite the significant trials in her life, including living in poverty. The poignancy of his story touched me deeply. Next was Brother P. who has cared for his five children during the last eight months while his wife has received treatment in the U.S. to fight breast cancer. Remarkable stories of women, men and their families.
After Church, we came home, grabbed our lunch (prepared last night) and headed downstairs for a good ol’ American picnic.
Chicken salad sandwiches on croissant. (I found croissants!)
Pink lemonade and brownies.
V&V’s cute kids.
The beautiful weather, light breeze and laughing children made it seem like a vacation. I felt serenity, peace and joy…feelings that often elude me here in Shanghai.I owe The Hubs and my Circus a special thank you for creating a lovely occasion.
Dinner was a simple fare of creme brulee french toast, courtesy of Smitten Kitchen.
Followed by a fun surprise. A package, delivered today (I guess China post delivers on Sundays, who knew) from my mother.
I share part of a beautiful address given by President Joseph F. Smith. He was only five-years-old when his father Hyrum Smith was martyred. Shortly thereafter, Joseph walked from Missouri to Utah with his mother, Mary Fielding Smith, a remarkable woman who died before he turned fourteen.
“I learned in my childhood, as most children probably have learned, … that no love in all the world can equal the love of a true mother. … I am at a loss to know how it would be possible for anyone to love her children more truly than did my mother. … It was life to me; it was strength; it was encouragement; it was love that begot love or likeness in myself. I knew she loved me with all her heart. She loved her children with all her soul. She would toil and labor and sacrifice herself day and night for the temporal comforts and blessings that she could meagerly give, through the results of her own labors, to her children. There was no sacrifice of self—of her own time, of her leisure, or pleasure, or opportunities for rest—that was considered for a moment, when it came in comparison with her duty and her love to her children.”
You can read more of the address here.
“I have often said, and will repeat it, that the love of a true mother comes nearer being like the love of God than any other kind of love.”
-Joseph F. Smith, sixth Church President of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints