Last week we attended our annual Seminary and Institute Training. It's been 30 years of employment with the church. It's an interesting experience to be a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints, and also be employed by it. Actually we are employed by the Office of the President. Last time I checked anyway. So, my learning in both capacities is intertwined. We've had the great blessing of rubbing shoulders with some pretty great people, but the ones that share our employment, well, I wish we could be in one of their wards and stakes. Wait, we have 3 others in our stake. That makes me happy.
We and one other couple were asked to share a few things we wish we had known. I wrote this out and didn't share all of it and may add a little more, but this is what I was thinking as I pondered the question.Instead of sharing what I wish I had known, I'd like to share a few things I wish I'd understood instead. I've learned working with people with their health and wellness that knowledge rarely changes behavior. It's coming to an understanding that has the potential to.
I remember our introduction to Church Education. We had a five day old baby and we were on the waiting list to be hired and we got an unexpected phone call to come in to Church Headquarters for an interview. We ran in to Elder Packer (my husband debates this, but that's my memory, made up or true, :-) in the elevator. He made a comment about our baby Moses that we were carrying around in a basket. I was scared to death Elder ??? (the interviewing authority) would ask us if we read our scriptures every day, because we weren't as consistent as we could have been.
I remember walking into our first area convention in Mesa being the newbies and having this profound respect for the giants we were associating with and I felt so unworthy. So, we're the more mature ones now and I can't say that I feel like a giant, but we have come to love and respect our very human counterparts and the support that they are. And the joy of serving and working together.
So, keeping it short. 3 or 4 things I wish I understood when we started. I understand now, but wish I understood how knowing WHO I am and WHO'S I am is probably the most essential doctrine to my temporal and spiritual welfare. If I understood that, it would have relieved a lot of emotional suffering over the years. Because when you understand that you are literally a divine Son or Daughter of God, and you truly understand your relationship to Him and how you truly can become like Him, it uncomplicates nearly everything.
The mommy thing. At some level, I used to resent it that older moms would say, "enjoy it while you can, bigger kids, bigger problems." I did want to just enjoy it but they clearly did not understand the pile of laundry, the never ending meals, and dishes and diapers and runny noses and...and....and..But it's true. I wish I had understood how fleeting those moments were and that the piles of stuff that needed to be done paled in comparison to the need to be truly present in the moments when laughter and joy and silliness reigned. I did take pictures with my heart. A LOT. Because I wanted my mom to see it since she wasn't there, but I would have been even MORE present to those moments, and less concerned about the rest.
Understanding how to rely on your partner. Bret and I are VERY different personalities. It caused issues at first but thankfully he has the gift of patience, at least with me, and a servant's heart and he just let me take my time to grow. He's a home body and an introvert, and I'm a more free spirited extrovert and he supports me in everything I do and I have supported him in everything he does. I never wanted to be that wife who complains about another church meeting, or why he's home so late from bishoping, or EQing, or whatever his current demands are. I've learned the value of the greatest partnership on earth. Oh, and we've never had a fight. Truth. He refuses to fight with me. It's hard to fight alone. :-)
Finally, understanding the loving, merciful nature of the atonement and our Savior and His grace. I used to be so afraid of God as a girl and a younger woman. Maybe that's because I was afraid of my dad at a significant level. I thought I was going to be punished every time I did something wrong. But, when I began looking for the promises to the righteous in the scriptures, I found them everywhere. It gave me hope. We were able several years ago to do the Pioneer Trails trip. And what I took away from it, after Martin's Cove and Rocky Ridge was that it was a miracle that ANY OF THEM survived. It so strengthened my testimony.
And I feel that way about life in general. There is so much stacked against us and our children and grandchildren in our day. The adversary has an arsenal pointed at us to entice us to fail. Mental, emotional, DNA, generational, physical, just to name a few. It's a miracle that any of us get out alive or unscathed with so much to fight through. But our Heavenly Father is a prepper. Haha. I noticed that in the Book of Mormon one time. He goes ahead of us preparing a way. And if we just keep trying and relying on Him, the way is already there for us to stumble upon and meet our needs and challenges. I love that.
I have a testimony that He's merciful. He knows all. And thankfully, no one can judge but Him. I know I need to trust Him always. Especially when I am afraid. It's been a great blessing to be a part of this great work on a supportive level, to rub shoulder with each of you, and to continue that work until the time comes that we are finished....
Pictures from out weekend.
















































































