THE STORY YOU ARE ABOUT TO READ IS TRUE: NAMES HAVE BEEN
CHANGED TO PROTECT THEIR BLESSINGS
She was petrified. Frozen with fear. Little four-year old
Suzy Beewhyyou would not ever, ever join the other darling little primary
prince and princesses up on the stand for their sacrament meeting musical
program. Everyone would be staring at
her, and she would be standing up there all alone hundreds of feet away from
the loving lap of her Daddy.
Daddy Beewhyyou immediately sensed Suzy’s emotional seizure and
sought to comfort her with small words of encouragement. “Suzy,” he stroked her
hair gently, “when you are up there with the other children, I want you to look
straight at me. I will be looking
straight at you, and everything will be alright.” Suzy then found the courage
to scurry up front and join her Primary friends. As she timidly sung about what
happens when “daddy comes home,” she fixated her little girl stare on Daddy,
and everything was ok.
A few months later Daddy Beewhyyou sat petrified on his family
pew listening to the somber prelude music.
The end was near. He hadn’t given a talk in his big Utah ward for many
years, but now it was his turn. In a few moments he would have to make that
long walk up to the stand and sit nervously in front of the congregation during
sacrament meeting until it was his time to mumble awkward grunts from the
pulpit about following the spirit, his assigned talk subject from the
bishopric. He was doomed to failure.
At that moment of his darkest despair, Suzy bounced into his
lap as she did every Sunday morning before church started. Suzy sensed his desperate
fear and sought to comfort him. She tickled his face delightfully with her
curly hair and whispered in his ear: “Don’t worry Daddy. When you are up there giving your talk, look straight at me, and I
will look straight at you, and everything will be alright."
And it was.
That's tender.
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