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A Name and A Blessing

Dear Leif,

We almost didn't make it to your blessing day.  It was scheduled for April 12, the first Sunday we planned to spend in our new ward.  But our plane flight to Chicago was cancelled and we ended up making our big move on a train, arriving less than 24 hours before your big day.

That was enough, though.  We woke up in our own house for the first time the morning of your blessing.

The whole building had a jubilant feel to it that day.  The church members were eager to welcome our family into the ward and that spilled over into eagerness to welcome you.  So many people who loved your dad and watch him grow up are excited to have that same experience with you.  

Mother and Father Duede travelled from Michigan to be with us.  Grandma and Grandpa came from Kentucky.  Nan, Poppy, Aunt Rachel, Uncle Ash, and Maddy drove the five minutes from their homes; we live near them now!  How wonderful it was to be surrounded by family on that day and to know that we would all be closer than before--and permanently!

You wore the family's blessing gown that day, the same one your father and brothers wore on their blessing days.  You looked darling.  Then you were surrounded in a circle of Priesthood holders: your father, his father, and my father.  They held you up as blessings were pronounced on your little head.  Here are a few:

* You were named for two great men, Leif Erikson (the Viking explorer who discovered America) and King Solomon the Wise.  And you were given blessings that complement those names.  Like Leif, you were blessed to be a great explorer.  This world we live in will challenge and excite you; you were blessed to seize opportunities to further your knowledge.  

* Like Solomon, the man of peace who built God's temple, you were given the gift of discernment.  It is said that with this gift, Solomon could see the unseen: angels and demons as well as the hearts of men.  I hope that you will keep your eyes and heart open that this gift may be manifest in your life.  

* You were blessed with a strong body and mind.  What a gift that is!  Your body is the only tool your spirit has to act in this world; when it is healthy, your agency is increased.  You can do so much good with strong head and hands.  

* Your father said that you would have the ability to reason and wait for the right time to act.  

* You enjoy ready access to the gospel and vital priesthood ordinances.  Every year that passes, I come to understand more and more that great blessing and responsibility.  Having the gospel of Jesus Christ in my life is like having a lamp, a map, and a warm coat on a dark journey.  It is the greatest blessing of my life.  I know that although you have access to that blessing, you will not experience its power unless you choose it for yourself.  I hope to guide you towards it but only you can partake.  I pray that you will. 

* Once you have chosen the gospel for yourself, do not forget those who do not yet have it within their grasp.  Grow up to be a mighty missionary, my son.  Your life is a precious gift to be used up in God's service.  I know that will bring you the greatest happiness possible.  

Love, Your Mom
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Oozaroo said…
Did I write any of that down? I kind of remember writing, but I didn't recall any of the words until I read them just now. What a wonderful blessing.
June 23, 2015 at 4:04 PM
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