Sometimes you’re just privileged to get a glimpse into the true nature and divinity of another. Tonight I was given the privilege to see a small measure of who Wilson really is. I’ve always known there was something special about him and you couldn’t ask for a better son. When I think of Joseph Smith seeing God the father and Jesus Christ at just 14 years old, or Mormon leading an army at 16, Wilson makes that even more believable to me, because I’d follow him into battle any day and his testimony is as if he has seen and had a vision. He was asked to speak at the priesthood meeting for stake conference tonight.  He worked hard all week to prepare and ask me to help him today with his thoughts he gave us talk to me and he was so scared before he left he said he thought he would pass out! After he and Jeremy left HOPE and I knelt on her bedroom floor and prayed for him we added all of our faith to his that he would be comforted and have angels around him. Of course I went to the church and hid in  The mothers lounge so that I could hear him speak. As he began I knelt on the ground and prayed for him and then moments later my heart was filled with joy and peace to tears overflowing because  how much I love him and I knew heavenly father was a blessing him . His talk couldn’t have been more perfect! I got a text from a member of our bishopric  who said” he hit it out of the park”. Wilson spoke by the tongues of angels and with the power of the Holy Ghost. He shared things that I didn’t even know he had done at school like asking a like a less active boy to mutual. He shared how he felt prompted to make  dinner for a  refugee family from Haiti. He asked another teacher who is less active teacher to bring cookies he had made  to a quorum member on his birthday. He told how he had received revelation about who his counselor should be after fasting and prayer while in the temple. I’ve always felt it was a privilege to be his mother I knew his life was spared because of the great work that he is foreordained to do, but today I was reminded of what a sacred privilege it really is to even know him.  I know that he was a stronger spirit than even I was in the pre-existence. I know he has been reserved for the very last hour of these very last days to accomplish a great work. It is inspiring and I am in awe to see the caliber of man that he is at 14.  He makes me want to be better a better mother, a better wife, a better disciple. but mostly the kind of mother that  he deserves. And so I try every day to be worthy of him and of the praise he gives, when he says that I am a” perfect mother” and that he loves me I could not think of any greater compliment from any greater person.

I love you so much Wilson, I could not think of a greater honor than to have you call me mother.