The Boy has Faith

There was a time a few years ago when Jack would not allow me to give him a fathers blessing.  The night before school as we gathered for back to school blessings he refused and so Natty and Andy received blessings and we passed on Jack.  I wondered that night if we would ever reach a point where he would allow me to give him a blessing.  This is not because he was angry with me or because he was anti church.  He simply has sensory issues and I am assume that he was scared of having hands placed on his head. 

Over the last few years he has become much more comfortable with Priesthood blessings and has occasionally requested one.  Over the last couple months since returning home from Alaska he has requested blessings much more frequently.  When he sees something or reads something that frightens him he asks for a blessing.  When he simply wants to be comforted he asks for a blessing.  He is not afraid to ask.  He has a testimony of the Priesthood.  I am grateful for that testimony.  I am grateful for his faith.  I am grateful to be his father and to have the opportunity to lay my hands on his head often.  I am grateful for the example he is to me and to Natty and Andy.  His faith in the Priesthood helps me to want to live worthy to exercise it on behalf of each of my children and others who would call.