A fellow quorum member told this story in a meeting recently.
He was visiting his grandchildren and took them for a long walk. They became a little agitated when they realized that they weren’t in familiar territory. Then his five-year-old granddaughter spoke up.
“You know what my dad told me?” she asked.
“What’s that?” asked the grandfather.
“I’ve got the mommy power.”
The grandfather smiled. “What’s the mommy power?” he asked.
“It’s when things aren’t the way they’re supposed to be, but you still know that everything is going to be all right.”
I’ve witnessed the mommy power, haven’t you? I love it. I am in awe of it. I am grateful for it.
I’ll go so far to say that the mommy power is one thing—if not the very thing—that holds the universe together.
