God does work in mysterious ways. Earlier in the week my stress level was about a 20 on a scale of 1-10. One innocent request reduced me to tears. The next morning, rather than finding the email I was anticipating, I found another email that truly humbled me. It reminded me that the Lord has not forgotten me.
The Primary President had sent an email to all the Sunday primary workers (teachers, music leaders, and nursery leaders) letting them know about a special meeting where the topic of stress management would be addressed. All were invited. We just had to let her know if we wanted to go and she would make arrangements for responsibilities to be covered.
My name was the first name listed in the string of contacts. I was not CC’d like the counselors were. I read and reread the email a couple of times trying to make sure I really was invited. Eventually I replied that I wanted to attend. Could I be spared my responsibilities for that hour? I was told that yes, I could definitely attend. The Bishop had people in mind to help cover in Primary.
As far as I know, it was only me and one other teacher that attended the meeting representing Primary. She teaches the kids who age out of Primary. Several families were out of town for the holiday weekend and I believe there was only one girl in that class who needed to be in the Primary room. No teacher necessary.
Heath took notes during the class. He asked if I wanted to but I said no. I’m not used to writing with a pen like device on a laptop screen. I figured it would be too distracting to try to take notes. My attention was riveted on the man presenting the material. He is a member of our Stake who works as a social worker for the Church.
I didn’t learn anything I didn’t already learn from the Understanding Anxiety class I took through Kaiser a few years ago. I was grateful for the reminder and even more grateful for the gospel spin. My favorite insight was that Heavenly Father has the most stress of anyone in the universe. He has learned to manage it well.
One thing he touched on was that it’s not always the trigger but the level of stress a person begins with when another stressor is added. Kind of the straw that broke the camel’s back thing. That was exactly what happened to me a few days ago.
Later I thanked the president for allowing me to attend. She seemed so happy to oblige my need to be there. With one counselor out of town, I am aware it was a big deal for me to miss an hour. I was very grateful. I don’t know if it was a happy accident that I was the first name on the group email, or if the president just knew I needed to be at the meeting.
Sacrament Meeting was interesting today as well. Every speaker addressed a different aspect of a topic that has been on my mind lately. All morning I had been thinking about different questions I had with regard to this topic. There were no real answers to my questions but I know that the Lord is aware of me.
The musical number was beautiful. Three people played Be Still My Soul on the piano, cello, and oboe. My mind often races and music is one of those sure fire ways for me to slow my thoughts and feel peace. Music reminds me of the scripture “Be still and know that I am God.” (Doctrine and Covenants 101:16, Psalms 46:10)
In the last couple of years my faith has been tested as I have had to search deeper for answers. I have been reminded again and again that I am a child of God. He has not forgotten me. He knows my name. He knows what I am going through and He is always there to support me. I have seen His hand in my life in the most personal ways. Today was just one more example of that.