So I've been meaning to record this story for some time now. You'll have to indulge me a little journal entry here.
Shortly after moving to Cedar (about a month ago) Spencer and Jessi spent the day up the mountain with their Grandpa. While there, Spencer caught a baby horned toad (this is a frequent occurrence). He placed the horned toad in a bucket and went back about his playing. As they left to come down the mountain he remembered that he had forgotten to let his horned toad out of the bucket. It was too late to go back to remedy the situation so he mourned his mistake the rest of the day. He was a wreck when he got home and we did our best to console him. He wasn't to be comforted and cried himself to sleep because he had caused the death of that baby horned toad. When he woke up the next morning he was still crying.
Fast forward 5 days. We were in Salt Lake visiting our other side of the family when I got a call from my Dad. He wanted to talk to Spencer. He said he was back up the mountain and he had checked the bucket and found the baby horned toad still alive. He let him go and the creature ran off down the hill. Spencer was overjoyed. He thanked his grandfather for calling then asked if he could talk to me alone.
We went downstairs and Spencer told me that Heavenly Father answered his prayer because he had faith. He then informed me that he had prayed that the horned toad wouldn't die and he knew it would be okay after his prayer then he said that he was happy that Grandpa called because now he had a story about faith that he might be able to share with people on his mission.
Occasionally I forget the strength of the rising generation, but during those times when I am reminded I am humbled to be a parent.
