Emily Belle Freeman



Words Cannot Express

Many years ago I received a phone call from a frantic husband standing in an airport. His was calling from across the country to tell me his wife was rushing their small daughter to the emergency room.  He was worried that she was going alone, because she also had a small infant.

His plea consisted of three words, "Can you go?"

I dropped everything and ran to her house, changed the babies diaper as she packed up the things she would need for the day, followed behind her trying to think of the things her frantic mind couldn't focus on, helped her load the car.

I knew how she felt, I had done this before.  Years earlier, with a three-year-old deathly ill, and a ten month old in arms.  So I stayed.  While doctors came and went, and we were moved from room to room, until her husband finally walked in.

Several days later she dropped off a plate of cookies and a thank you card.

The card consisted of one simple line, "Words cannot express."

I cried.

Because I remembered my own heart many years before as I walked into a hospital room alone with a three year old limp over one shoulder and a ten month old in a carseat grasped firmly in my other hand.

And then my mom walked in the room.

My gratitude was instant, and indescribable.

There have been other moments in my life when I have felt this profound gratitude.  Most of them have one thing in common.

They have been moments of great need.

Times when I have not had the strength to face the situation at hand.

Days when against hope I have clung to hope.

Sometimes they have come in the darkness of the night, in moments of fear, in the midst of confusion.

With humble heart pleading I ask for a blessing from the Lord.  It is as hands are placed on my head that comfort comes.  Peace.  Light.

These are moments I won't forget, even now the gratitude overflows my heart in a way that I cannot describe.

Words cannot express.

"For unto you...is the power of this priesthood given...which power you hold...

For verily I say unto you, the keys...which ye have received, have come down from the fathers, and last of all, being sent down from heaven unto you.

Verily I say unto you, behold how great is your calling."

D&C 112:30-34 (Sunday School: Lesson 8)

A blessing.

Being sent down from heaven unto you.

Heaven sent.

Deliberate Discipleship:

Have you had the opportunity to receive a priesthood blessing?  When was the last time you expressed your gratitude to the Lord for this power that is heaven sent?  Perhaps today you could set aside a few minutes to thank Him.