On a journey of self-discovery in look for of soul electrical power

When my daughters had been toddlers, they cherished when I browse aloud, “Are You My Mom?” By P.D. Eastman.

The book is a hilarious children’s tale about a infant fowl who goes in look for of his mother. The hatchling goes to a kitten, hen, puppy, cow, boat, Snort and other inanimate objects, asking: “Are you my mother?” Eventually, he returns to the nest, in which he finds his mother. “You are my mom!” he instinctively exclaimed. No additional questions. No more seeking. When the fowl uncovered his mom, he completely knew the truth. Period.

As a kid, I acknowledged the classic perspective of God as the divine father. My grandfather, Elder Paul Ward, offered an excellent human example of a godly determine. Papa was clever, tranquil, stately, comfortable-spoken and pretty gentle. It is family members legend that Mama, or Mother Ward, our grandmother, on a regular basis spanked her wayward children, grandchildren, wonderful grandchildren — and other people’s offspring, much too — on the tranquil island of San Salvador, Bahamas.

But, not Papa.

“Hilda, the child has an intellect,” my mom regularly recalled him admonishing his wife. “Talk to her.”