Get this week's lesson here.
I went through and printed out all of my favorite Children's Hymns from the Primary Songbook that revolved around the topic of Heavenly Father. Sometimes while singing, I forget to stop and soak in the lyrics and the messages they're trying to teach me. The girls can pick a song or two from the stack and GENUINELY read through the words and share a couple of phrases that stand out to them.
Oh, I am so grateful for our topic this month covering the Godhead!!!
The Mormon view of the members of the Godhead corresponds in a number of ways with the views of others in the Christian world, but with significant differences. Latter-day Saints pray to God the Father in the name of Jesus Christ. They acknowledge the Father as the ultimate object of their worship, the Son as Lord and Redeemer, and the Holy Spirit as the messenger and revealer of the Father and the Son. But where Latter-day Saints differ from other Christian religions is in their belief that God and Jesus Christ are glorified, physical beings and that each member of the Godhead is a separate being.
I am grateful for the knowledge that each member of the Godhead is a separate being, because I have three completely different relationships with each one individually.
Since it is through the spirit of the Holy Ghost we can feel our Savior and Heavenly Father's love, I am so grateful to have him available as my constant companion. There is such an intimate, spiritual connection with him since it is He who is literally there to touch my heart and make all of my spiritual experiences possible. I have learned that He is humble and desires nothing but for us to be brought closer to our Father in Heaven and Jesus Christ.
My Savior, Jesus Christ, is full of love. He is my older brother who has sacrificed everything for me so I can be happy. Without him, I am nothing. He is who I turn to when I am feeling down, knowing that through the atonement, he has felt my pains and sorrows and can comfort me and relate to everything I am experiencing.
And then there is my Heavenly Father…
Words can not express the love and relationship I have with him. He is truly my father, my DAD, who cares for me and desires what's best for me. I have felt his love in everything around me. I have felt it in the beauty of the world, in my blessings, in my trials, and my heart aches. When I kneel down and pray, I know someone is listening. I know, even though I am so small and my pains and worries are so small on the grand scale of things, he genuinely cares and his heart breaks for me. I know He is proud of me even though I am far from perfect. He knows that I am trying my best. I love him so much!
Photo credit to ECHO STUDIOS (aka my hottie hubby photographer man)
I know I have mentioned this before from the "Oh My Father" episode of History of the Hymns (around 12:20ish), but I love the quote from Brigham Young and what he taught the saints about when we meet our Heavenly Father in the next life. It absolutely gives me chills.
Brigham Young told the saints that when they return they would remember the previous association with the Father's house, would remember the walks and the gardens, every nook and corner, and they would embrace their Father and He would embrace them and say, "My son, my daughter, I have you again," and the child would say, "O my Father, my Father, I am here again."
Get this quote here.
WHEN HAVE YOU FELT CLOSEST TO HEAVENLY FATHER?
In my personal experience, my love and relationship with my Heavenly Father grows most during my hardest trials. It is when I have to turn to Him and rely fully on Him that I feel his love the most.
In my personal experience, my love and relationship with my Heavenly Father grows most during my hardest trials. It is when I have to turn to Him and rely fully on Him that I feel his love the most.
At Time Out for Women, I fell in love with Calee Reed's song
BETTER THAN A HALLELUJAH
and may play it and just have the YW sit and listen to the lyrics. They are amazing.
"Better Than A Hallelujah"
God loves a lullaby
In a mother's tears in the dead of night
Better than a Hallelujah sometimes
God loves the drunkard's cry
The soldier's plea not to let him die
Better than a Hallelujah sometimes
We pour out our miseries
God just hears a melody
Beautiful, the mess we are
The honest cries of breaking hearts
Are better than a Hallelujah
The woman holding on for life
The dying man giving up the fight
Are better than a Hallelujah sometimes
The tears of shame for what's been done
The silence when the words won't come
Are better than a Hallelujah sometimes
We pour out our miseries
God just hears a melody
Beautiful the mess we are
The honest cries of breaking hearts
Are better than a Hallelujah
Better than a church bell ringing
Better than a choir singing out, singing out
We pour out out miseries
God just hears a melody
Beautiful, the mess we are
The honest cries of breaking hearts
Are better than a Hallelujah
In a mother's tears in the dead of night
Better than a Hallelujah sometimes
God loves the drunkard's cry
The soldier's plea not to let him die
Better than a Hallelujah sometimes
We pour out our miseries
God just hears a melody
Beautiful, the mess we are
The honest cries of breaking hearts
Are better than a Hallelujah
The woman holding on for life
The dying man giving up the fight
Are better than a Hallelujah sometimes
The tears of shame for what's been done
The silence when the words won't come
Are better than a Hallelujah sometimes
We pour out our miseries
God just hears a melody
Beautiful the mess we are
The honest cries of breaking hearts
Are better than a Hallelujah
Better than a church bell ringing
Better than a choir singing out, singing out
We pour out out miseries
God just hears a melody
Beautiful, the mess we are
The honest cries of breaking hearts
Are better than a Hallelujah
