Testmonies

I have a testimony of the Gospel. I've shared it on my blog before. I'm thankful for my testimony. It has sustained me through some very difficult times the past couple of years. Sunday morning, however, I was able to hear my oldest son's testimony. Tonathiu was asked to give a talk in Sacrament meeting and he accepted.  

(He was also called to be the first counselor in the Deacon Quorum, and he accepted the calling without hesitation.)

  As I sat in our meeting, I was so nervous for him. I know how frightened I am when I have to give a talk, and I assumed that he would be feeling the same anxiety.
Wrong again.
He stood up bravely, walked to the podium, and suddenly a peace came over me. The same peace that had already enveloped him.
His talk was about being "converted and living the Gospel of Jesus Christ". He spoke of his own conversion story and even how he didn't want to really be baptized in the beginning. He spoke of the missionaries coming to our home and teaching him and the change that came over him. He spoke of being baptized by his Dad and receiving the Aaronic Priesthod. It was beautiful.
I'm so thankful for his growing testimony. I'm grateful for his heart, as hard as it was and as soft as it is.
I'm grateful that he is my son.