Yesterday, we were able to attend the baptism for a family in our ward. It was the first time I have witnessed a whole family enter the waters of baptism and begin their journey in the Gospel together. The family of six (including a 14 year old daughter), dressed in white, filled the first pew in the chapel and I couldn't help but think back to my mom's funeral when my whole family also filled the front row in the chapel. A baptism and funeral are two vastly different experiences but there was a such a precious spirit present that I couldn't help but relate the two. The matching white jumpsuits will soon be replaced with white Temple clothing and the family will be sealed for Time and all Eternity in the House of the Lord-- just like mine is. I miss my mom more than I can express-- but at least I can find peace in knowing I will get to see her again and all will be healed.
My heart strings were further pulled when the youth in the ward sang in Sacrament meeting today. Imagine my emotions when twenty of the young women and young men stood to sing the EFY medley-- an arrangement that was performed at my mom's funeral. The beauty of the youth, their voices, the words and tender memories was overwhelming.
During young womens, we discussed + shared our testimonies and the Spirit of the past 36 hours followed us there. I know I am a daughter of a Heavenly Father who loves me and I love him and I want to be a witness of him at all times, in all things and at all places. There is a plan for each one of us and as painful as that plan may be at times, we are given the tools to rely on our Savior and seek comfort through the Atonement.
My membership in the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints is a lifeline and guiding star in my life. I've constantly been surrounded by men, women and peers who have led by example and continually lead me to the truth of the Gospel. I have a testimony of the divinity that established the church, of the men who have sacrificed to be the mouthpiece of the Lord, of the standards that honor our bodies + minds, of the organizations for children, youth and adults and of the promise that families can be together forever through the blessings of the Temple.
I didn't serve a full-time mission, but Rich thinks I look like a missionary in this picture. As I thought about his comment, it was made clear to me that my time here in the Boulder ward, serving as young women's president, teaching, loving and preparing the next generation to be who they were meant to be, is a mission of sorts and all I'm striving to do is return with honor.