“And to others it is given to have faith to heal.” – Doctrine and Covenants 46:20

I’ve been wallowing a bit.  My bishop asked me to serve in the nursery at church.  He firmly believes a “precious little one” has the power to heal a broken heart.  I have my doubts.  Especially when one of the precious little ones told me she doesn’t like my hair cut and that I have a big belly.  Precious.

I’m not feeling the love but I’m trying to do my best to serve.  

However, I had the opportunity to visit my niece and her cute family.  Her youngest is only seven months old and a very cheerful baby.  She let me hold her and I got to look into her eyes.  I think my bishop was right.  A “precious little one” could heal my aching heart.  She just didn’t belong to our ward’s nursery. 

 

When I look around

this world frightens me.

Everywhere I find

just seems dark and gloomy.

 

So I turned off the news

and searched for beauty

that’s when I found hope

smiling back at me.

 

Those beautiful, big, blue, wide open eyes

sharing a needed smile and some love.

This little one can melt a heart of stone.

Surely, she is an angel sent from above.

 

And oh, that smile

will heal your broken heart

like a ray of light

piercing through the dark.

 

I know I’m a fool

and I don’t know much

but this bit I’ve learned

she has the healer’s touch.

 

Those beautiful, big, blue, wide open eyes

sharing a needed smile and some love

and she melted this heart of stone.

Surely, she is an angel sent from above.

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