Today during Sunday School and the hour after (all the adults and youth were combined for the last hour because it’s the 5th Sunday), a cute nineteen year old boy sat next to me. I really like sitting by him, he makes my whole day better. Sometimes he likes holding my hand for a while after I say hi. He likes smiling and laughing a lot. He loves drawing. Half of my notebook is now filled with his drawings that I helped with. Later, his mom asked if it was okay that he did that, and I don’t mind at all. I love his drawings.
I’ve heard it said that some of the most special spirits were put in bodies with severe disabilities so they could not be tempted by Satan. I see the light and the blessed soul he has, and he’s one of the first people I want to talk to when we get to heaven, when his body is “restored to [his] proper and perfect frame.” (x)