mother of a pioneer.

I can't even begin to tell you of the spiritual experience that my dd had. I can tell you though of mine.

Wednesday evening as I went to bed I prayed that I would be able to get up and get C up for the big day. I didn't go to bed till after midnight making sure she had everything she needed to go on the trek. so it was after midnight when I went to bed. I couldn't sleep, and was so worried that by the time I had to get up I wouldn't be able to. Funny thing somehow I slept just enough that at 10 minutes till 4 am I was wide awake. went downstairs and there was C already up and almost ready to go. we did have to go and get some things but still made to the stake center on time. the amazing part was I wasn't tired. I am not sure how she felt but I was feeling wonderful. I met her Ma and pa and then I left. I tried to go back to sleep but couldn't.

Thursday was a busy day.

Friday i started to pray for her safe keeping and that she would enjoy the experiences to come. I was most worried about her feet. I knew other things were in place all ready to keep her safe. I couldn't call to make sure she was ok like at Girls camp with this all I could do was keep her in my heart, and do what I had promised i would try and do. I had told her I would work on my swearing and that I would try very hard not to( I kind of have the mouth of a sailor).

Saturday all day I was asked when she would be here, and what time was she coming in. the more I was asked the more I worried and wondered if she was OK, again all I could do was pray and have faith that Heavenly Father had taken good care of her. The later it got the more I worried. At about 9 at night I got my tree call and passed the word along. it was 10 at night when the buses pulled into the the stake center parking lot and I was able to finally see my not so little girl.

Through all of this I thought of the pioneers themselves, those that had gone on ahead of their families to find a home and those that had stayed behind on the trail for one reason or another while the rest kept going. The worry that must have been in their hearts, the prayers and faith they had to have knowing it was Heavenly Father that was watching over them. In some cases they never had the joy I had when seeing my daughter in the crowd of pioneers. In some and most cases it was a peace that they were now enfolded in Gods arms and that they would have the work to do in order to see them again. This made me feel all that much more connected, not just to my daughter but to those who had gone before.