Sitting here on a Sunday morning

We're still in The ICU but things are getting much better and Taylor may even be moved out onto the regular floor today. He had no sign of a fever last night and that was wonderful. The nurse gave me the okay to sleep with him in his hospital bed last night. We were so happy about that and it also meant I was going to get more sleep than I was planning on. At five in the morning I let him have his bed to himself because he was starting to feel sore and needed to stretch out. I was able to get a few more hours of sleep in the waiting room and over all I was able to get almost a full nights sleep. That was a wonderful thing.

This morning I finished my dad's book 'Kia Toa' he wrote about five years back. It's based around his mission he served in the Cook Islands back when he was 19 to 21 years of age. I loved the book so much. Not only has it been a strength to me spiritually but it has been like having my dad right here with me strengthening me with his presence and testimony of the gospel of Jesus Christ.

This morning I'm feeling so touched by the spirit. A friend of mine (Kristin (: ) commented on my last post and she quoted something Julie B. Beck of the general relief society presidency said. In her talk she talked about someone who through her trials she didn't just get through it with her testimony, but that it was her testimony that got her through the trials she went through. Taylor and I feel this same way. Where would I be without this wonderful gospel which fills us with light and truth? And makes it possible to get through this mortal existence not only with extra strength and hope but the ability to still be happy through the worst of times.

There is a man in the room next to us who was in a car accident and all through the night we could hear the nurses telling him to wake up, and hang in there, and to not try to sit up because his neck was broken. I peeked throu our curtain and saw the man laying on the hospital bed with a brace on, cords and tubes going everywhere and some sort of ventilator on his face. Early this morning Taylor heard a woman outside the man's room crying. How I wish they had the comfort and strength we feel having the knowledge of the gospel.

I know that my little family is not alone, not only because we have numerous family members and friends doing everything they can to help us, but because I know that Heavenly Father is guiding us through this. And though at times I feel like I just don't know how to continue forward I know that that is when Christ picks me up and carries me the rest of the way. And for whatever reason, we're going through this to shape us into who Heavenly Father wants us to become. I am so grateful for this gospel and I know that it is true. I know that Heavenly Father loves each one of us on this earth, and more than I can comprehend. Being a parent and spouse has given me just a taste of what Heavenly Father must feel for his children. And it is beautiful.