Today is Sunday May 18th 1980 Time 11:55 a.m.
I Love my parents dearly.
I Love my brothers (names hidden for my protection as childhood names are in use here)
I love them very much!
Please help (again, with the hidden) understand the truth and the gosple plan.
I Love the Lord they God and the son Jesus Christ.
He made the earth for all of us so we could have the earth.
He gave us a body of flesh and bones to help us run and play and to thy service to someone who needs our help.
Given the day and time of the week and the tenor of this entry, I think it was written as part of a Sunday School class. Definitely notice the testimonial feel and "churchy" tone. Also, my penmanship is remarkably neat, so I must have known that someone else was going to be looking at the entry, and was editing and writing carefully for public consumption.
That being writ, still some very important lessons for a little person, and for big ones as well.
I still love my parents dearly. I know I am the cause of many of their insurance rate hikes, grey hairs, worry lines, and sleepless nights. Sorry guys. I'll probably be doing penance for those until the end of eternity.
I definitely love and like my brothers a WHOLE heck of a lot more now than I was going to in some post 1980s years. (Teenage years and siblings -- that's another entry for another time.) I know they agree with me in saying that the family motto: "We love each other, from a distance." has totally helped our relationships.
I still love my Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ. I do. I just don't wear my religious beliefs out on my sleeve too much or sermonize or proselytize on the blog. (See the blog footer for other subjects I probably won't address here.)
And the earth? Dear Lord. Thanks for that. Living on Mars would really be bad, even if I am a space cadet.
While I'm not so good with the running or playing, (too many fries and tricky knees, you know) service to others is an important life lesson. So, go out and practice random acts of kindness. I've been telling people that since I was eight.
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