Liam flew solo on the stand today as he stood before the congregation to bear his testimony.
For most of July he's been anxious to get up there again and do it without my help. So, this last Friday night as we had our pillow talk, I let him know that this Sunday was fast and testimony Sunday. He was excited to hear that. He recited to me what he wanted to say and then asked what else he should say. I responded with, "What else do you know about the church?" So he added a couple things on his second rendition. He then asked me to write it all down for him. I declined to do so and reminded him that when he gets up to bear testimony he needs to speak from his heart. This isn't a planned talk that we organize and write down. A testimony is something that we feel and then express in words at the time we bear it. He understood and said, "Oooooh!"
So this morning Liam walked to the stand right after the Bishop was done with his testimony. I thought it was sweet of him to let another little girl go first since they both had the same excitement to share their testimonies.
"I'd like to bear my testimony, that I know this church is true. I am thankful to Jesus Christ for dying on the cross for us so we can repent of our sins and live with Him and Heavenly Father again in heaven. I am thankful for President Monson and I know he is a true prophet. (He got stuck here with his nerves, but was able to utter that last sentence eventually as he looked to me for guidance... which I didn't provide - I only smiled in approval.) I love the scriptures and know they are true. In the name of Jesus Christ, Amen"
He came reverently back to our pew and sat on my lap as I hugged and whispered praises to him. I then got up there to bear my own testimony of the truthfulness and goodness of the Gospel of Jesus Christ. It was a lovely meeting. I love hearing the personal witnesses of Christ each fast Sunday. We have such a special group of people in our ward family.