Things happen for a reason

I have been feeling sick for a while, I have this nasty caugh that won't go away. It kept me up all night Saturday. So I didn't feel like getting up and going to church, my neck kills from caughing so hard. I just wanted to stay home and relax. But then my darling husband reminded me that our son was going to be set apart and that I needed to be there. So I got my lazy behind out of bed and got ready. Thinking that I would come home after sacrament. As I was getting ready I recieved a phone call. The primary needed some one for singing time. OH how I wanted to say NO, but how many times did people help me out. How could I. So I said to myself OK, I will come home after that is over. Some how that didn't happen. I stayed for reliefsociety. I can't tell you how much I felt the spirit. It was the 5th Sunday, and they had people tell their favorite song and we sang which ever verse the picked. It has been a long time since I have had knots in my stomach. I wanted to get up and tell my favorite song, but I couldn't. It was too emotional for me.
As a little girl I can remember my Grandpa always playing the piano. But my favorite memories are of him playing, and my dad singing. There are few songs that bring tears to my eyes, and make me bawl like a baby. Star Bright, I Walked to Day Where Jesus Walked, and hymn 292 Oh My Father. The memories of the two of them together just make me cry. My grandpa has been gone for 6 almost 7 years, and it has been that long since I have heard the music I loved so much. Some nights I would lay in bed and just listen to my grandpa play his music that he wrote.
So I am glad that I went to ALL of church. It has been a long time since I have felt the spirit that strong.