Tuesday, July 19, 2011


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I just got home from doing some visits for Primary.  Although this calling has been overwhelming while I'm still getting the hang of things, it has also been humbling and full of lessons in the short two months I've been serving.  For the past several years, I've been working with women at church.  It's come easily for me to know how to love them, to relate to them, to mourn with them and to celebrate with them.

It shouldn't feel different doing those things with the children I serve, but somehow it does.  I've been used to being on the other side of the situation, discussing adult problems with other adults and wondering how those problems may affect the children.  Now I'm seeing how the children are affected as I interact with them, and trying to piece together the problems as well as possible solutions.  It has been extremely moving for me to see heartache through the eyes of these children.  They have real problems- problems so much bigger than children should have to endure. They have hard things whether it's illness that they must go through, or the illness of family members.  They struggle with friends and they struggle with themselves.  They have two parents or one parent or grandparents.  They need attention.  They need guidance.  They need love.  Sometimes they don't get any of those things.

I hate admitting that it is taking an increase in patience for me to always know how to love them, how to relate to them, to mourn with them and to celebrate with them.  Some kids feel harder to love.  Deep down I want the same thing for all of them- a knowledge that they're a child of God, a feeling of love and acceptance, a friend, loving parents, stable homes, faith in Jesus Christ, a desire to be good.  Some things I can't change in their circumstances.  But the things that I can influence in nurturing their faith and in helping them feel loved, I hope that I really can influence.  Problems seem much harder through their perspective.  I hope these lessons in compassion will never leave me.

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