Soon the humid smell of soap and freshly showered children will join the warm smell of omelets. Even though I changed the thermostat back to the original settings, the air conditioner keeps kicking on. I welcome the occasional blast of icy air.
The TV screen is blank for now. Heath went to the Priesthood session of General Conference. The kids found a couple shows to watch but there really wasn’t anything worth watching. Gavin asked if we could watch more Conference. I wish we could. We experienced an unfortunate Comcast area outage in the middle of the afternoon session today. I really wish I could have heard the rest of Elder Holland’s talk.
Gavin: It’s a new record!
I didn’t realize that the promise of reading more Peter Pan would be so motivating. Gavin and Parker apparently are in a competition to see who can get showered the fastest. I question how clean they got in the few moments they claim it took. Bright eyes and proud grins assure me they did. At this point I don’t even care. If they smell like wet dog we’ll know for sure! Gwen wanted to shower too. Since I don’t want to get soaked helping her I told her no. She’s content in the tub for now.
General Conference is interesting. I think the older I get the better Conference gets. The Saturday sessions are still my favorite. Last week was the General Relief Society broadcast. I always get excited about those sessions and I always feel gypped that I can’t go to the General Young Women’s session in the spring. After being a Young Women leader for so long I came to really enjoy those meetings.
Of course when it comes right down to it, I get nervous the day of the broadcast. Every single year. I’m always happy when I go. There are pictures in my head when I think about these special Conference sessions. I think of the picture of Heath holding 2 year old Gavin at a BYU football game the same day my grandma and mom took me to the Conference Center for the General Relief Society broadcast in 2005. Heath and Gavin had to leave at half time, with BYU having a big lead. BYU lost the game after a devastating second half, that shows Heath why he should never leave a game early, but I’m so glad I could go to the session. I needed it.
When I think of the General Young Women broadcast I think of the picture of baby Parker in the tub. He got his first haircut that night. I can also see myself walking next door to pick up my awkward 12 year old neighbor to go to the Stake Center for the broadcast.
Last week I almost talked myself out of going. My friends hadn’t arranged anything with me. I was kind of glad. I didn’t want to go with anyone. My plan was to slip into the back and leave the second it was over. Nice wish. In my haste to be late, I arrived a good 10 minutes early and the chapel was empty. There was no sense going into the gym. The only thing left to do at that point was mingle with other women finishing up their dinner. The dinner was the part I was hoping to miss. I hate eating in front of people, especially when I feel anxious. So I waited on the couch just outside the gym and kiddie corner from the chapel.
The door opened slowly and the first two people to walk out were women from my ward. They seemed genuinely happy to see me and invited me to sit with them. Different church positions have put us into different circles of people at church and I rarely get to talk to these women anymore.
After one friend and I had discreetly wiped tears from our faces throughout the meeting, she told me she was glad I had come. I believed her. She’s one of those people who always has a smile on her face and witty things to say but sometimes I wonder what lies below her surface. It doesn’t matter. Our spirits connect when we are together and we can look at one another and just get it.
She admitted how hard it was for her to want to go that night. We talked about wanting to stay home in our jammies because it’s easier than putting on a dress at the end of a long day to go somewhere. We both knew we had to be there. Not because of any expectations of righteousness but because we knew the Lord would speak to us there.
He certainly spoke to me. My head had been muddled about a friend for some time. Many thoughts had turned into prayers in my mind regarding this friend. Other times I officially knelt down and asked for guidance. Heath had tried to give me his advice. I shouldn’t have been surprised when that advice was confirmed in the rest hymn. My spirit is very rebellious and I try to fight inspiration when I think it’s just my thought, or in this case, my husband’s thought. The Lord got me in a quiet room where He could get me to finally listen.
I also had inspiration regarding other friends. God works in mysterious ways. The timing of one conversation cannot be described as anything less than orchestrated by the Lord. If this wasn’t a public blog I would go into more detail. But to protect the innocent, I will leave it at that.
Yea, I know that I am nothing; as to my strength I am weak; therefore I will not boast of myself, but I will boast of my God, for in his strength I can do all things; yea, behold, many mighty miracles we have wrought in this land, for which we will praise his name forever.
It’s amazing how the Lord uses other people to bring about His purposes. It strengthens my testimony that Jesus is the Christ. He is our Redeemer. We are all children of a Heavenly King.
I love what President Dieter F. Uchtdorf said this morning: Doubt your doubts before you doubt your faith. I texted that to a friend as soon as I heard it, not knowing it would be all over the Twitterverse. When I listen to the Spirit, the doubts go away and my faith grows stronger.