I Want To Be That Lady
Tonight I heard President Thomas S. Monson tell a story about a lady who had been feeling like God didn't care about her, barely ate anything due to depression, and said that the only thing that sounded good was a loaf of homemade bread. Then, this other lady felt a prompting to make an extra loaf of bread and take it to this lady that she barely knew.
I left there wanting to be the lady that makes the extra loaf of bread.
I want to be that kind of person--the kind of person that listens to the Holy Ghost at just the right time to help someone in need.
I remember one experience in particular where that actually happened. There was this family that I knew in Birmingham that I loved very much--the Nielsons. They didn't have much. Their apartment was smaller than mine, and they had 3 small children. But they welcomed me into their home and fed me often. They were so kind to me, and I wanted to do something for them. I realized that my sister's children were just older than theirs, so I called up my sister, and I asked her if she had any clothes that her children had outgrown that she didn't need anymore. She packed them up for me, and I drove to Missouri to get them, and I took them to the Nielsons. A few days later, I got a phone call from her, and she had left a message. She told me that her children had needed new clothes, and she had been praying to get them somehow, and what I had given her was exactly what they needed. I felt so joyous when I heard her message that I literally danced in my room. I felt so happy. My heart was full.
As I get older and have more responsibilities, I find it difficult to find time to help others. Sometimes I feel like I don't do enough for other people, but then I have to remind myself that I'm a mom. My entire existence right now is serving my children. I serve every day. I may not get that joyous feeling all the time, but sometimes when my kids hug me or tell me thank you, my heart becomes full.
I left there wanting to be the lady that makes the extra loaf of bread.
I want to be that kind of person--the kind of person that listens to the Holy Ghost at just the right time to help someone in need.
I remember one experience in particular where that actually happened. There was this family that I knew in Birmingham that I loved very much--the Nielsons. They didn't have much. Their apartment was smaller than mine, and they had 3 small children. But they welcomed me into their home and fed me often. They were so kind to me, and I wanted to do something for them. I realized that my sister's children were just older than theirs, so I called up my sister, and I asked her if she had any clothes that her children had outgrown that she didn't need anymore. She packed them up for me, and I drove to Missouri to get them, and I took them to the Nielsons. A few days later, I got a phone call from her, and she had left a message. She told me that her children had needed new clothes, and she had been praying to get them somehow, and what I had given her was exactly what they needed. I felt so joyous when I heard her message that I literally danced in my room. I felt so happy. My heart was full.
As I get older and have more responsibilities, I find it difficult to find time to help others. Sometimes I feel like I don't do enough for other people, but then I have to remind myself that I'm a mom. My entire existence right now is serving my children. I serve every day. I may not get that joyous feeling all the time, but sometimes when my kids hug me or tell me thank you, my heart becomes full.