Sunday, January 1, 2006

A gift
My older sister gave me this today. It's a story of a day we spent together. One memory that I certainly cherish. I didn't realize how much it had effected her though. It's written from her point of view.

The Faith of A Child

As I got up, I looked forward to the day. I got up with a song in my heart and a smile on my face. Today my little sister and I were going to go to a Tongan baptism.

You see, my little sister has been a member of the LDS church all her life, I was adopted though when I was 14. It's been two years now and I am interested in her church. She is such an example of what they teach. I look up to her, even if she is only ten. She is my example.

Together we got ready. I helped Sakerra pick out a dress and since it was a special day, I put some make up on her after doing my own. She looks up to me, I can tell in the way she mimics many of my actions.

We arrived at the baptism at around noon, and I felt weird. Everyone there was speaking Tongan. It didn't even faze Sakerra. She shook peoples hands and listened to the speakers even though she couldn't understand a word they said. There was a beautiful song also sung by two primary aged kids. I admit, my mind wandered. I couldn't understand them!

On the drive home we started talking. I asked her what she thought of it and she looked at me and just said "It was like most baptisms, but the talks were more meaningfull."

That made me stop the car and look at her.

"How would you know?"

She rolled her eyes at me like it was the most obvious thing and said, "I listened. Duh!"

"I couldn't understand a word though. It was all in Tongan." I replied. Yet, I was amazed by how simple she put it. Did she even realize what she had just said?

"Oh." Was all she said to that. She looked puzzeled for a moment and then asked if I would like her to tell me what had went on, and what the speakers said.

I nodded and drove us to a small park near by. For the next hour I got to sit by my younger sister and be taught the gospel.

I learned more in that hour from my little sister than I ever did in my two years of attending or missionary lessons. She taught me the power of simple faith.

It was through her that I learned how powerfull the faith of a child really is. I've never told her this, but that was the confirmation I was looking for before I got baptised. I had prayed for a miracle and I recieved one in the form of my little sister.





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