Sunday, October 07, 2007
Women Who Know
I love Sister Julie B. Beck, the General Relief Society President. She is a woman of strength and yet softness. She says what she means directly and without pulling any punches, and yet she also speaks with tact. As I listened to her address us at the women's conference session last week, I was deeply moved by the way she told us what is expected of us and how we should be living our lives as daughters of God. She leaves us without excuse -- we must raise the bar on our own behavior and on our own personal journey to strengthen our testimonies and become holy.
Today she spoke of the stripling warriors. I've always loved this story from the Book of Mormon and that's why I named our homeschool "The Stripling Warrior Academy." She told of the mothers who taught their sons with such fervency that the boys could say, "We do not doubt our mothers knew it." She then outlined what a woman who knows will do, how she will act, and what she will say.
I have never felt so empowered by a General Relief Society President's messages before. I sustain and support all the women who have held this calling, and each of them have shared wonderful, inspired words with us. But there is something about Sister Beck that makes me want to take up my bundle and not only keep marching, but to march with my head held high and to take others along with me.
I needed this so badly today. Last night was one of those bad mommy nights. My two-year-old dropped an entire bottle of basalmic vinegar on the living room carpet, and the other children kept running back and forth through the puddle, thereby spreading the smell and the spotting even further while I tried to get it all cleaned up. At times like that, it's easy for me to lose sight of the ultimate goal and get bogged down in "why me?" and thoughts of wanting to hire a substitute mother and get out of Dodge. But when I hear talks like these, that remind me of the vastly important calling I've been given and how I must stay the course, it gives me the courage to keep going.