The thought consuming my day yesterday, was that all I have tried to sow has fallen on dry ground. I've labored at being happy and positive but because "I haven't succeeded at it" I've started questioning if that endeavor was even worth it at all. Because, maybe I'll never get there and it isn't worth it to try. Also in my job as a psychiatric technician at USH leading up to be a social worker I have not established the right balance of empathy, administration, and boundaries with the patients. So maybe this was all a big mistake of mine too. Additionally I was having a conversation with a coworker about the importance of the priesthood and could not find the words to say. Not to mention all my creative endeavors "were never going to yield anything" because they were too simplistic and vague. I couldn't even win at chess and was therefore obviously "pretty dang dumb". I came home and I felt speechless. My wife sat me on the couch and showed me this page from the LDS website, which had been forwarded to her. From somewhere in the databases of the Church magazines resurfaced an image from an old article done on our ward in North Carolina. But this time as it again saw the light of day it grew into the thought that maybe, maybe I'm not as hopeless or meaningless as I felt. Because, there I was, plain as day with Michael who's on a mission, standing right in front of a solid NC tree. It had been such a long time since I had thought about these events or even who I had been at that time. I've been stuck in the moment here at 24, but there is someone who sees how all the pieces of my life fit together and what's to come.
And now I remember, where I couldn't before (among so many other things) that the Restoration is a simple thing. Talking about it should be simple too. Truth was restored. God's power is on Earth. After centuries of being lost, clarity and purpose were in the world again. God had never forgotten about his children, despite how lost many of them had felt. He's always there, and our efforts are valued. The light came when the time was appropriate. It is an encouraging thought. So I imagine that the short message presented for this month may have meant to share a hope with the world that things will end up making sense, and maybe to help reduce some anxiety about where we can look for the source of truth. Well, it certainly did for me. |
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