Becoming confident daughters of God – the invitation

When you look in the mirror, who do you see? Perhaps you see someone who could stand to lose a few pounds. Someone with imperfections that drive you crazy. Someone shorter than you’d prefer. Let me tell you a secret I have learned recently – mirrors lie. And they are kind of mean.

I could tell you not to trust a mirror. But really, is it not the eyes looking into the mirror that need the adjustment? Why are we so hard on ourselves? Why are we so quick to compare our flaws with other people’s strengths? Not only is it not fair, it is dangerous. I do not think anyone will argue that point. The question is then, what do we do about it?

We can start by pointing out the positive in other people. If we are all struggling to find the beauty within – and we know mirrors are of little use for this – then helping someone see her own strength may provide assistance. It certainly cannot hurt, right? If you are like me at all, you really do not need any help in finding weaknesses. But assets? Well, that is a different story.

While I agree this first step will not hurt I also concede it will do little in the long run. It will be like trying to draw water from a well after first dumping water into it. How effective is that? Flatteries of man are fleeting if we do not have something inside ourselves ready to receive and believe them.

Is it possible to quiet the inner-critic and bolster the confidence level in us? I am not referring to sinful pride but rather a healthy pride in ourselves. To be able to say: I know I am not perfect. I know I have weaknesses. I know I will fail a lot in the things I attempt to do in this life. But that is okay. Really. I know I am here for a reason. I know I have strengths. I know I can achieve good things. I know I have potential.

This is what I have found out. An answer like that cannot and will not ever come from outside influences. Outside voices tend to be critical and delve into comparison. We look at an air-brushed model on a magazine and think, “I need to look like that. If I looked like that then I would be happy.” We may not mean to. It just happens when we are bombarded with so many images all the time. There is never any rest from the world’s ideal images.

With the deluge of outside influences we look in the mirror and think, “I do not look like so and so. I do not have so and so’s talent for doing such and such. Why am I not like so and so? How can I possibly succeed without being as good as so and so?” Ugh! What a vicious train of thought we sometimes ride. Instead, we should interrupt the looming locomotive and say, “Wait, I am not so and so. I am me. So, there must be something pretty important I need to accomplish otherwise I would be so and so.” Then maybe we could jump the tracks and head somewhere pleasant.

That brings us back to the original question – how do we go about elevating our self-esteem? Outside voices will fall flat. They just do. It never works. The voice has to come from inside. And it has to be a voice we can trust. A voice we know will always speak the truth.

I am referring to the Spirit of the Lord, the Holy Ghost. Imagine what kind of confidence well we could draw from if we allowed the Holy Ghost to speak truth to us. The truth of who we are. The truth of what we can accomplish. The truth of our potential.

This is so important that I have extended an invitation to some of the young women in my stake. But I did not stop there. I also extended it to some of the women in my life.

Here is the invitation – and feel free to join in if you would like to. I invite you to say at least one prayer a day asking to see yourself as Heavenly Father sees you. For thirty days.

I warn you it is not easy. You may not want to know. You may be scared to find out. There are forces that prefer you not to accept this invitation and will try to make you forget or will convince you it will not work. Do not listen.

Heavenly Father wants you to see yourself as He does. I truly believe He wants you to find this out. He wants His daughters to be confident daughters of God who rise above temptation, fulfill their potential, and make choices to return home to Him.

I believe the only way to fill our wells is to gain this knowledge – Spirit to spirit. Once we have learned this, felt this, and been shown this, it will not matter how loud the outside voices yell. We will know who we are and why we are here.

You might ask, “But why thirty days? Why not just one prayer?”

For some of us, it will take that long to listen. For others, it will take that long to believe.

That is my invitation and it is open to all. As I always say, what happens if you choose not to accept an invitation? Absolutely nothing.

But what will happen if you choose to accept?

Who Are You Again?

My brother thinks it’s a feminine trait to want to be lovingly remembered.   He states guys don’t care if they are remembered at all.  That’s an over-generalization to both sexes but I can understand his point.  I want to be remembered.  In fact, I informed my niece that in the majority of her Polaroid snapshots’ of memories, I want to be standing in the background.  Waving.  With a big, goofy grin.

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Missives to the Missing: the power of an invitation

Last August, I wrote three letters of advice to my children.  You know, the children I don’t have.  If my Great Life Plan had been on track I’d be contending living with a sixteen year old right now.  No easy task to be sure and my hat goes off to all the parents of teenagers out there.  You know who you are.

If I were to have a child, there are some things I’d like to say.  Just lessons I have learned (usually the hard way) that I’d share.  As it is, I will lose out on an opportunity to share my wisest counsel while my child roll her eyes at me and thinks, “My mom really doesn’t know anything about anything.”  Instead, all I have to offer is the advice without the moans, groans, and hearing, “This is mom’s lecture #207.”  Here it goes.

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Wait, when did I get old?

Those two black spots are the cave. But it was higher up than it looks! I promise.

Those two black spots are the cave. But it was higher up than it looks! I promise.

I was fine until I wasn’t.  Even a day later I can’t tell you for sure what was my undoing.  It could have been the darkness.  Or it could have been the tight spaces.  Or a combination of the tight spaces and the darkness.   Whatever it was, it messed with my reason and made me a little crazy.  I had to get out of the cave.  I needed sunlight right then.

Let me back up and explain how I found myself in a cave on a beautiful spring morning.

I currently serve as a Young Women leader in church.  My primary responsibility is to work with the 12-18 year old girls and invite them to come unto Christ.  This is done through a variety of activities, a whole lot of love, and consistent prayer.

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Girls’ Camp 2011

This blog was supposed to be my report on Girls’ Camp.  That was the plan when I left almost two weeks ago to spend five days camping with the youth in our ward.  I’ve been home eight days and I still don’t know what to say about the week.  Not to brag but our camp was blissfully and wonderfully uneventful. 

At one time leading up to camp, we were hoping to have up to 13 girls join us.  The final count was eight girls and five leaders.  Six girls live in the ward and two were what I jokingly referred to as “borrowed.”  Our girls ranged from ages 12 to 17.  Some have grown up in the gospel and others are converts.  With such varying ages and backgrounds it was a bit risky on our part to put them all in the same tent.  But that’s what we did and I think it turned out okay.  At least, I haven’t heard any complaints.

Due to the excessive wet year we’ve had, the river next to camp was running high and fast.  A couple of weeks before camp we were warned it could be muddy, cramped and filled with mosquitoes.  The campground dried out quite a bit before we got there and it wasn’t muddy or cramped.  However, we didn’t luck out with having the mosquito population suddenly dwindle in numbers.    They were out in full force and seemed to mock our attempts at keeping them at bay.  We called our assigned camp spot “Nauvoo,” because it was swamp-like, yet, we tried to make it beautiful.

This was only my third outing as a leader and I’m still learning.  I haven’t quite learned the balance between spending my time with busy work and bonding.  It would have been nice if I would have spent a little more time with the girls.  One small regret I have is I tried to fulfill our lone sixth year’s wish list (she doesn’t ask for much and just wanted to do three things at camp) and acknowledge our birthday girl’s special day.  It came down to trying to do two things at once and both girls got a little shortchanged.  But again,  neither complained.

The girls in our ward truly are an amazing bunch of kids.  I’m not being superfluous, I truly believe it.  I have the privilege of associating with the future leaders of church and community and I am here to reassure you, we are in good hands.  The youth today are remarkably strong with a strength I’ve never known.  Some of them have known their fair share of heartache, but they don’t give up.  So, yes, I love my calling and no, I don’t feel qualified yet.  But I guess when I do it will be time to face a new calling.  For now, I’m going to enjoy my time I get to spend with some good kids.

I’ll Go If You Go

We took our church youth group rappelling Tuesday night.  The young men were in charge of the activity and I was glad.  It had been a bad day and I really just wanted to go home and pout.  But I couldn’t.  I had to switch gears and put on my happy face and be excited for the girls.  Most were thrilled for the chance at the physical recreation except for one who asked me on the previous Sunday if she had to rappel.  “No,” I reassured her, “we won’t make you do anything you don’t want to do.”

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