The fourth time I was called as a nursery leader, I thought the Primary and Bishopric must have exhausted the ward list to even consider me. Too stiff with arthritis to even sit on the floor, I wasn’t a likely candidate. But I do love kids and believe in the enabling power of the Atonement of Jesus Christ, and I accepted.

It was a wonderful time! Two year old children don’t know how to hide who they really are and how they really feel. The strength and qualities of their spirits is apparent. I often commented that Heavenly Father sure was sending powerful people to the earth nowadays. I saw little acts of kindness, compassion, organization and problem solving that were way beyond what I’d expect in toddlers. Some could offer beginning prayers, and each clearly knew that Heavenly Father loves them. And they knew I loved them.

Most of those young people are taller now than I am. Some of them I had again in Cub Scouts, and many have been at my home in service to me. Some of my boys milk my goats at night, and then pass the Sacrament to me the next morning. I see my Young Women serving and teaching and looking out for each other, living up to the promise they showed when they were tiny.

It’s much easier to feel at peace about the future because I know these young saints. They really are the Hope of Israel, and Zions’s Army, and children of the latter days. They face fearful challenges and pressure, and I know they totally have the ability to rise in might!  Satan may do his best, or worst, but these wonderful souls are on the covenant path and, as they continue to increase in faith and diligence, they’ll help fulfill God’s plan for the church and the world. 

I’m so proud of them! I still love them, and most of them still know that. Not sitting on the floor wasn’t even a problem! I’m thankful for that long ago calling that still brings me joy. I know the future is in good hands.