Be glad...

It's rare that I post about religious things.

not because I am ashamed, or shy, but I feel its a pretty private thing.

but allow me to share today some things I learned.

First of all, I belong to this church.

Today I went to said church.

Alright, this story needs some back ground.

If you will remember from here, I really adore my young women. And yes, they are still MY young women. They always will be.

I know I was meant to be in their lives.

When I moved from Sugarhouse to Woods Cross, it was bitter sweet, and the only reason it was bitter, was it meant leaving these girls. I knew that calling was from God, and that I was meant to be there for them, and for me.

Fast forward to now, my husband and I were called to teach primary, Sunbeams.

sigh. I love children. and the first week it was great, the second week was ok, and then the 3rd week came.

There was something in me, that just didn't think this was really my calling. It just didn't feel right.

Since we are in primary, we have to be there for sharing time, and class time, which means no Relief Society/Priesthood, or Sunday School.

I felt deprived of spiritual nourishment that I so desperately needed. I felt like each Sunday I showed up just to babysit.

I felt a little slided.

We decided to go talk to the bishop, to tell him our concerns and suggest an alternative solution. To call another set of teachers and alternate weeks so that we could have the chance to attend relief society and priesthood.

We met with the bishop, and by the time the meeting was over my heart had changed, and I was humbled.

I realized, I was so lost that I wasn't getting my spiritual enlightenment on Sunday's that I had relied on, since I was going to Primary all day. But I learned something, I heard something, tell me that the reason the lord has called us to primary, the reason the lord has taken our spiritual enlightenment away by the means of relief society and priesthood, was because he needed us to learn to provide it for ourselves, during the week.

Ashamed to say, we have gotten in a habit of depending on Sundays for guidance and revelation, and haven't been very active in living it through out the week.

I have to admit, half way through the meeting I stopped listening to the bishop, because I was too busy listening to the overwhelming whisperings of the spirit.

Jason and I will plan our lessons ahead of time, together, and then after we will read the lessons for relief society and priesthood.

I was humbled today, I thought I knew exactly what the problem was, and the solution.

I knew nothing.

I know now.

I thought primary was the calling that all newlyweds have to suffer through, and I didn't think it was fair.

I learned, through the spirit, that is not the case. We need this calling, at this time, for many reasons, and I couldn't be more happy about it.

After our meeting we were set apart, and it couldn't have been any more of a confirmation that this was where I was needed.

I love my primary kids. I really truly do. They are the sweetest things, so well behaved, and have the most innocent and sincere testimonies around.

I love the gospel, and I love the moments where I am humbled. I need it. I am grateful for this calling, and for a bishop that was inspired to trust me with Heavenly Father's most precious children.

:)

To leave you with just how adorable my kids are, a couple weeks ago I asked them why we have parents. Little Shelby, age 4, replied,"I have a daddy so that when Mommy goes to the store, there is someone to watch me."

Oh how sweet their spirits are.