(July 28, 2014)
As I read these chapters, for some reason my mind fixed on the thought of turning to Abraham and Sarah. I thought about the sheer lifetimes of effort and work required to get me to the point where I was in my progression. I thought of those who struggled that I knew of – my grandfather, who converted to the Gospel and worked to provide opportunities for my Father. My Great-Grandfather, who was the first member of the Church in my family. My Father, who struggled over the course of a lifetime to provide for me. My Mother, who sacrificed everything she had or could have had so that I would have the best chance at success in life.
I then thought of those I didn’t know who did likewise. The ancestors who survived on meager food, so as to scratch out an existence and have a family. The centuries of progress, backwards in time, culminating in who and what I was. It was simply awe-inspiring to realize the untold millions of sacrifices required to make of me what I was today. I felt overwhelmed by a sense of my own ingratitude for my failures to live up to those who had come before me.
I also turned my mind forward. Was I living in a way that I was passing on these blessings to my children, and their children? Certainly there was more that I could and should do in that regard.