The Recipe for Peace
When I was young my mom sang me this primary song every night. I was the youngest, and although we had a talk about how she couldn't carry me to bed any longer at eight, my mom still rocked me every night in a blue rocker she had recovered herself.
Now that she has passed, I cherish those moments more than ever. I remember how certain words were emphasized in her singing and how I could tell her mood by how quickly or slowly the tempo.
There were other songs she would add on occasion but it was always this song, "Heavenly Father Loves Me", every night. As an adult I have come to see the gift her repetitiveness was in my life. I have a strong unapologetic understanding of our importance in the universe. God is a loving God and we are His. He receives joy through us. I love to call Him Father and have imagined myself in a fatherly embrace with Him many times. I'm not sure my mom could have gifted me a better gift.
The other day I was asked to help out in primary. As the children sang and I held back tears remembering my mom, the two lines "all his creations of which I am a part, I know Heavenly Father loves me" were so powerful I immediately wrote them down so I could take them in better. My heart still beats a little harder when I think about them.
These two concepts can change the world. Today we refer to them as "being at one", "being in alignment" or "be love" or numerous other modern phrases. All of them agree that if we could be a part of everything, of all creation, and respect and love all as we love ourselves and love ourselves as we love others (for some this is harder) God's love would be the only thing we would know. World peace would be a real thing. We would live in harmony as brothers and sisters of all species, race and gender - applauding the part each plays. The fighting would stop, not because we all agree but because we love.