Summer is here, full on, straight up.
The sun is high and warm, the breeze still blows, and the splash pads are flowing.
Next week I will pick the first vegetables from my garden, and I will take them to Nathan’s mother when I go to meet his parents.
That’s a big deal.
I wasn’t nervous until everyone kept telling me what a big deal it is.
I think that’s part of the lesson, though, learning to tune that out and just enjoy the process as delighted as I was before everyone got all intrusive.
The other part of the lesson is that it’s not all intrusive. Most of it is really good counsel, and I am so grateful for those who love me well and share what I so need to hear. I appreciate the nourishment, and am glad for the encouragement in so much learning.
It is a lot to learn for a prodigal girl who ran away to waste her inheritance before being humbled enough to be dunked and do the hard work to reclaim family.
Family is good.
My brother counsels me and blesses me, reminding me again and again to listen to the Spirit and do what it says. It makes me cry because that’s the last counsel my father gave me before he died, to do what God tells me to do. I am trying, and I feel his presence as we get to know each other again from different sides of the veil, each with miracles as evidence of progression, each testifying of the grace of God, and each His deep mercy.
My sister-in-law is at-one with her husband, separately giving me the same counsel, but also celebrating with me all things girl. And there is a LOT of girl stuff involved in this whole falling in love thing. She is patient with me as a I learn, kind to me as we discuss the unfolding, and gracious to me as she teaches me the wisdom she knows.
My mother is there, like an angel of miracles, the mother of the prodigal, the one who welcomed me home, the one who was waiting for me and embraced me right away. Her loved cleansed and strengthened me the way only a mother’s love can, and this is what taught me the love of Heavenly Parents. Now she is here, with me, celebrating, and being excited with me in the blessings of not just being welcomed home in shame, but being honored and blessed and covered with a new gown, a ring, and a crown.
I love Luke 15.
This is what the atonement has done for our family, how temple blessings have gathered us and organized us into the family we were meant to be, dependent on the faithfulness of each of us, with answers in measure to the same degree we harken unto Him, and blessings as great as we sacrifice our own wills to be obedient unto Him.
This is me learning, even when His grace lifts me up beyond what I have earned, and teaches me more, gives another layer, makes it all a little more real.