Dear Clark,
You are going to Kindergarten already, and now you are 6!
We hope you have a great Birthday. You will probably be eating some cake,
too. Right? Hey Clark, you know what? – You are going to
really like being 6 for this whole next year.
We remember when we were 6, and it is lots of fun. …So when it is not your birthday – like
tomorrow, or next week or next month – what do you do on a regular day? We remember going to the park with you. Do you still like to climb as much as you
used to?
Have you been on any good hikes lately? Seen any good movies? Are Legos fun to build?...
So, here is what we do every day. We ride the bus to the cemetery. Last Friday, as we just
arrived at the bus stop, our bus pulled away.
We would have to wait for about 15 minutes. Then one of our “regular” drivers comes
barreling down the street, as if he was going to pass up the whole stop. They do this sometimes when they are
jam-packed full. Then he slammed on his
brakes and stopped about 100 feet past us.
Four of us went down to where he stopped. He signaled a “NO” to the other two and
signaled us “ON”.
So, we hopped on. Then he raced ahead full steam and we were
the only ones on the bus! He took our
bus fare but did not give us a ticket and explained: his car wouldn’t start that morning and he
arrived late so he had to race across town with an empty bus to start from the other
end on time. You can’t imagine the ride
we had that morning – driving in the middle lane/passing up passengers/running
yellow lights (they hardly ever do that, amazingly)…! And to top it all off, he took us via the
coast for the last several miles, circling around his regular in-town
route. Wow! …fastest and least crowded
ride ever!!
The mint man looks for us at one certain stop.
He is retarded, and everyone goes out of the way to help
him. He is out there doing all he can to
support himself. He is a good worker,
and he always practices his few English words on us! He says, “Goodbye. I will see you tomorrow.”
When we get to the cemetery, I climb the ladder to get down
the book we will need.
I dust it off and we begin to take pictures of EACH page. On the computer it shows our pages. Here is where we just started and are on page 6.
This one ended up to be 2713 pages. That means we took 2713 pictures for that
book. It took about four days to do
it. Other books are cleaner and only 500
to 800 pages. We do those in only one
day.
So, Clark; do you still want to be a teacher? If you do, that’s great.
Jesus was a teacher.
He taught by telling stories.
We have a story for you to tell your family. We remember how you like books and like to
tell stories.
This story is about a boy who had a brother named Kent. Imagine that you are the boy, and Logan is
Kent. Here is how the story goes:
In the story, you are afraid – and Logan would not wake up
to help you feel better. And then “… I had an idea!
On the dresser by my bed was a picture of Jesus that I had gotten in Primary.
Slowly I reached out and propped up the picture. The light from our nightlight
seemed to make the words at the bottom of the picture glow: ‘I am the way. Come and follow me’. [Then]… I rolled onto my side so that I could
see the picture and read those words again and again.
I looked at Jesus’s hands and thought about how He blessed
little children.
My stomach stopped flip-flopping. I looked at Jesus’s feet and thought about how
He went to find people who needed help. My
heart stopped thump-thumping. I looked
at Jesus’s face and thought about how He knew my name.”
"Jesus at My Bedside", Craig Harmon and Marissa
Widdison (Based on a true Story) Friend,
December 2010
“Look unto me in every thought;
doubt not, fear not” (D&C 6:36).
Poem: Near to Jesus
How can I feel near
To Jesus each day?
By reading the scriptures
And kneeling to pray.
How can I serve Him?
That’s easy to see--
By doing kind things for
My dear family.
How does it feel when
His Spirit is near?
I feel peaceful and calm,
With faith and not fear.
How can I show Him
That I love Him too?
I try to be like Him
In all that I do.
By Barbara Wren Tuttle
It is wonderful that
Jesus and our Heavenly Father know our name.
It is wonderful that somehow Heavenly Father can hear every prayer in
the whole world. They love you and we love you too!




















































