Plaster Casts and the Resurrection

So, two months and no posts from the Marble's. Sorry everyone. No excuses. Things are going well here but I haven't really put importance on documenting it.

I have had a lot of thoughts going through my mind this week. I was asked to be prepared to bear my testimony about the Resurrection in church on Easter Sunday and so I thought about what I would say all week. I wasn't called upon but I am grateful for the chance to prepare because it prepared me to worship today.

I listened to a talk by Richard G. Scott that talked about the universe, truth, the scientific method and integrity and that made me think about how great it is to know that Heavenly Father has perfect control over everything in this universe, and even though compared to those expanses I am infinitesmally small He asks me to converse with Him constantly. I know that he listens to my prayers and loves to communicate with me.

I was in the temple this week and the guy in front of me had a crooked finger and a guy to my right had a deformed arm and I thought of how great it will be on the morning of the resurrection to see those we know who have physical troubles freed from their current state. I have two Priests who have troubles that way and I will glory in seeing them whole and strong in an immortal body.

This week Sara made an Easter tree. She hung eggs on the tree and put a card with 1 Cor. 15:55 printed on it 'O death, where is thy sting. O grave, where is thy victory?' I thought about our angel daughter Emma this week a lot and how grand a day it will be when she is resurrected and once again physically joins our family. When I woke this morning my first thoughts were of Emma. We have a pretty box that has some of Emma's things in it. It has a cap that she wore, pictures of her in the hospital and plaster casts of her hands and feet. I opened up the box and placed the card in the box. Sometimes I open the box and just hold the plaster casts and think of how having her has shaped our life and family.

I know with certainty that on the day of resurrection, after I have called back my wife from the grave, if I am worthy I stand with my wife by my side and call forth our precious daughter Emma. After holding her feet and hands I will fall at the feet of my savior and kiss his feet and hands and praise Him for the sacrifice he gave and for the power of the priesthood.

I don't know how this mortal will put on immortality, but I do know that Christ lives! And because he lives, I can live. Because he atoned for my sins I have hope for a better more perfect day. The doctrine of resurrection gives so much hope and peace in my life. I have such a long way to go before I am anywhere near as good as the Savior, but that is OK because he provided for me. I really look forward to the resurrection day and to standing as a family, complete and whole, in the presence of my Savior.

PS, This picture was taken in the hospital as I held Emma. When the picture was taken I was angry that the sacred moment was interrupted, but now I cherish the picture as it is the only one with me and Emma.