Jesus, Joseph and Halle

Jesus, Joseph and Halle

From Chicken Soup for the Latter-day Saint Soul

Jesus, Joseph and Halle

For ye are all the children of God by faith in Christ Jesus.

Gal. 3:26

My first granddaughter, Halle, is an unusually articulate child. She was toying with words at the age of eight months, mimicking everything she heard by the age of one, and fully conversant by the age of two, which I am told by more seasoned grandmothers is most unusual (much to my pride).

One day when Halle and I were driving past the Mt. Timpanogos Temple, she said, “That’s where Jesus lives.” She was about two and a half years old at the time.

“That’s right,” I said.

“He held me before I came here,” she said.

Knowing the veil is still thin at that age, I listened intently.

“He loves me,” she continued.

“I’m sure He does,” I quietly assured her.

“And He misses me,” she added.

“I would, too,” I whispered.

I loved the picture her sweet little memory painted in my head of Jesus holding each baby before He sends them into mortality; letting them know that He loves them, that He will miss them.

“I saw Joseph, too,” she said. “And he smiled at me.”

I loved that mental picture even more. Joseph Smith personally saying good-bye to every Latter-day Saint before he or she begins her mortal ministry. Encouraging each one with the same smile that warmed so many hearts when he walked among us.

Halle is four now. She has no memory of that conversation. But I will never forget it. Just as her Heavenly brothers will never forget her. Or me. Or you.

Peg Fugal

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