When Christian and I were younger I remember him telling me how much he loved his own name because of what it meant: follower of Christ - which oddly enough mine does too. I never really thought much of it and even when Christian pointed out that our names are essentially the same only the feminine and masculine versions, however I wasn't that interested. It wasn't until later that I have come to really love my name.I hope that being a follower of Christ really does describe me and that I can live up to my name. My Savior has been a blessing in my life that I will cherish as long as I exist - forever.
Lately I have been reading the New Testament and the life of the Savior. I was reading about Peter and James following Christ. There isn't much about it, merely that Christ asked them and they followed. But I have a feeling there wasn't a long debate or hesitancy in their hearts. They knew and felt of the Savior's brilliant spirit.
I want to strive to be more willing to follow - even when the road looks frightening or that I won't be able to turn back. I can't go back to September 27th (the day before he was born) and have Declan back. There's no going back no matter how much I try. But I want to be willing to go through the difficult things without dragging my feet or screaming like a child having a tantrum. I want to be able to move forward and be somewhat deserving of the blessings that I have been given. I want to be able to be joined with Declan and know that I did everything I have been asked as willingly as I could possible muster.
I hope when I take my last breath that I know that I truly was a follower of Christ.
