I apologize in advance to those of you who may not speak my religious language, but those of you who do who have been following me for the last couple of years might be interested to know that I was released from my calling as Relief Society President on Sunday. Many have asked me how it feels, if it is bittersweet – the reality and perhaps the irony is that the biggest thing I feel…is RELIEF.
It turns out that shouldering the burden of 100 women is rather intimidating and sometimes difficult because, have you heard? Life is hard. For EVERYBODY. At first I wondered if I would be able to care about that many people; we had just barely moved at the time and most of these people were complete strangers to me. Could I actually love and serve virtual strangers in a meaningful way? Well, a funny thing happens when God asks you to do something and you say yes, because it was impossible not to.
I feared the “big” stuff the most. Funerals, divorces, hospital stays, abuse – I encountered all of it. But more than that I learned that behind every door, was something. Every mother wants a good life for her kids, every woman wants to be seen for who she is, every wife wants her home to be a safe haven; we all want the same things but the curve balls sometimes hit below the belt and we get thrown. The trial is knowing we can’t always fix it, the blessing is being able to surround each other when things go wrong, and the hope is that God keeps his promises. In spite of all of it, the one thing I witnessed over and over again is that Heavenly Father loves His children. He “will not leave you comfortless”, He knows how to “succor his people", and we keep moving because of the promise of the joy. That's how Jesus got through it: "Looking unto Jesus the author and finisher of our faith; who for the joy that was set before him endured the cross...." (Hebrews 12:2)
This calling blessed my life. I met wonderful women, observed countless acts of kindness, saw miracles happen in people's lives, and prayed mightily for miracles in others' lives. But in the end, no matter who we are or what we are asked to do it's not ultimately about us, it's about HIM. How HE loved, how HE served, how HE sacrificed, and that everything good we do honors that, and honors Him.
And that was my biggest lesson.