Becky’s Gloves

Five-year-old Becky rummaged through her closet and her drawers for her winter mittens, but couldn’t find them. She then searched under the bed and even her toy chest, but they were nowhere to be found.

Becky found mother in her sewing room.

“Mommy, I’ve looked everywhere for my mittens and I can’t find them!”

Mother looked up from the sewing machine and then held up the dainty pink Easter dress she had just finished making for Becky. “I don’t think your winter mittens will go with this do you?”

Becky laughed. “No! You’re silly Mommy!”

Mother smiled. “I think you’re silly!” she said. “Why would you be looking for your winter mittens? It’s eighty degrees outside!”

“I’m not going to wear them outside!” Becky exclaimed. “Sarah’s coming over and we’re going to play primary. I’m going to be Sister Wallace.”

“And Sister Wallace wears winter mittens when she teaches primary?” Mother asked.

“No-oooo!” Becky said with a giggle, while picturing Sister Wallace holding her scriptures with winter mittens on. “I’m giving the resurrection lesson and I don’t have gloves. I going to pretend my mittens are gloves!”

“Oh! I see!” Mother said, “But, the winter mittens and hats have all been boxed up and put away until next weinter. I think I can help you out though. Try on your dress and I’ll be right back.”

Mother went to her bedroom and removed a small box tied with satin ribbon from her dresser drawer and took it with her back into the sewing room.

“Oh, my! You look beautiful!” Mother announced at the site of her five year old in her new dress. “Do you like it?”

Becky smiled and ran to give her mom a hug. “I love it! Thank you, Mommy!”

“Do you think these will go with your new dress and your primary lesson?” Mother said, handing the box to Becky.

Becky untied the ribbon that held the box closed and peered inside. Looking up at her Mother, she smiled as she removed a pair of white dressy gloves with little pearl buttons from the bag. “These are really for me?” she asked.

Mother nodded. “I was saving them to give you for Easter. but I think they’ll make a better resurrection lesson than your big, black, bulky mittens. Don’t you?”

Becky nodded excitedly as she slipped her tiny hands into the gloves. “They fit perfect!”

“Just like your beautiful body perfectly fits your beautiful soul!”

Becky held up one of her hands and wiggled her fingers. Our soul is like my hand. It’s what makes our body move.” Becky carefully removed the glove from her hand and gently placed it in the silk lined box.

“When we die our soul leaves our body and we get buried,” she said while placing the lid back on the box. Becky once again held up her hand and wiggled her fingers, “Our soul is still alive and goes to Heaven.” She continued, “Jesus and Heavenly Father love us so much, that Jesus suffered and died on the cross for us.”

Tears glistened in Mother’s eyes as she watched and listened to her precious daughter.

Becky held up three fingers. “Three days after Jesus died, He was resurrected. After we die we will be resurrected, too!” Becky opened the box and put the glove back on her hand and wiggled her fingers. Becky then folded her arms before continuing, “I bury my testimony that it is true! Name of Jesus Christ. Amen.”

“Amen!” Mother repeated before giving Becky a giant hug. “I don’t think I’ve ever had the resurrection explained to me more beautifully,” Mother exclaimed looking into Becky’s eyes. “Next Monday I think it would be perfect, if you would teach our whole family about the resurrection for Family Home Evening! Would you do that for me?”

“Okay, Mommy!” Becky said with a big grin, “If you’ll make the treats!”

by Margie Nauta Lee