Yesterday in sacrament meeting, they re-did the Young Women's AND the Relief Society Presidencies. I didn't know most of the people that were put in, but I found myself just balling for the outgoing presidents (it was kind of embarrassing, though I think...and hope...that only my mom-in-law saw). It was like reliving the Sunday I was released all over again (I sound like a high school football hero reliving his state championship game, I know. Kinda pathetic, but what do you do? :)). I just remember how lost I felt and how I felt that mantle of responsibility leave, and how even though I knew it was coming and that my girls would be just fine and were in the best of hands...it hurt so bad.
This and other things were on my mind as I made my way through the throng of people in the hall after church with Asher. I was kind of in the middle of the hall, and this lady in our ward (she's not there very often because her husband's calling takes her away a lot) pushed through 2 layers of people to grab my arm and gave me a squeeze. "You are one of my favorite people ever, you know that? Can I just be you when I grow up?" I don't even remember what I said, other than maybe, "Are you kidding me?" I am extremely gracious when under pressure :)
This woman, who I look up to so much, why in the heck would she say that about me, ME?! She could never have known how I had been feeling, and was probably the one person in the world at that moment that could have had that kind of impact on me. Anyone who can follow the Spirit THAT quickly in that kind of situation...wow. I definately want to be like her when I grow up.
3 comments:
I love it when God puts these people right in our paths (literally) when we need them the most. I know exaclty how you feel - it was the same with me when I was released from RS president. It was hard - I was lost. But there was one who touched me like no other and I was so grateful - it carried me through many difficult days.
If it was who I'm thinking, she (they) was on my mind as I walked to the car yesterday, and until someone spoke to me as I was getting in.
I can relate to her comment. I too, adore the emotionally sensitive and think they are a rare yet beautiful breed. You fit into that category and that is one of the reasons I love you so much. Rock on, Tiffany.
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