Grateful

As Maggie and I have sat in the hospital today with Grandpa, I have been thinking a lot about the plan of salvation and the incredible testimony I have of it, the Church and the Holy Ghost..

Walking into the hospital this morning was one of those events, that I will never forget. Seeing my precious grandpa lying in bed helpless. It made me reflect back to the day when he broke down to tears in front of me and my mom saying that he need to get his act together. He knew that he needed to get back active in the church in order to progress and have the opportunity to be with my grandma and uncle in the next life.

How grateful I am to have witnessed that transformation. What an awesome knowledge I have to know that when he is gone he will not be far. He will be on the other side of the veil waiting for each one of his children and prosperity with open arms with Grandma and Alan standing beside him. He is okay to go home to his family on the other side. He is worthy to be with them.

How grateful I am to my Savior for His willingness to suffer so that I can repent of my sins and someday be clean enough to come back into His presence.

How grateful I am to have been raised in a strong religious family. I often think, would I have chosen to become a member of this great church if I had not been born into it? I am so glad I didn't have to worry about that.

How grateful to the Holy Ghost and for the warning I received yesterday about Grandpa. I had a very vivid impression of him yesterday morning as I was getting ready for work. When I saw Dad calling I already knew that something bad had happened and I was prepared. Though it still hit me with a ton of bricks. But I knew by the whispers of the Holy Ghost that there was something wrong and I needed to get down to Provo to say my goodbyes.

How grateful I am for the opportunity to serve him as he lays here in the bed. Though it is not much, other than stroking his head, holding his hand or putting moisture in his Saharan desert of a mouth. He knows I am here and he knows that I love him so so much.

I have often regretted not getting to St. George before Grandpa Cox passed away and I didn't want it to happen again. I know Grandpa Cox understood my reasoning, but I still have such a hard time with it 11 years later. Chris had the opportunity to spending a great day with Grandpa Bird and he said goodbye to Grandpa Avery, and I have always envied that. I want that with my Grandpa Cornwell.

I am so grateful for my family and the love they show. Thankful for Maggie for coming down to Provo with me so I didn't have to drive by myself. I am grateful for my job for allowing me to be gone during this event.