We have known for about a week that we would be serving in this new student ward. I was excited but had some selfish reservations. I really love our home ward. For the last seven months I have been soothed and healed by the people in my congregation. They bring me food, they walk with me, they hug me at church, they tell me I am doing great things. I am a woman who lives for positive feedback, and the people of my ward give it to me. As I sat amongst these oddly-dressed twenty-somethings I wondered, who will take care of me here?
My personal answer to my selfish question came from the other couple, the Sorensens, that will be serving with us in this new calling. We have never met them. They are a beautiful bright couple, blessed with seven children. At first I wondered how we could possibly connect, but as they each spoke, they explained that they too have lost children, unexpectedly and accidentally. I knew instantly that this sweet couple understood us, and would take care of us. It seemed to me that we had come together for a unique purpose.
As I sat through the rest of the meeting I thought about how strangely and perfectly God cares for His children. I have been trying for months to lay a path for healing and stability for our family, and it has not worked. I have put my faith in the work of my own hands, believing that I needed to prepare a way for God, so that He could open doors for me. And yet my best laid plans have led to closed doors and dead ends. I have presented Him with my own ideas only to be redirected. All of my frantic and panicked effort has only led to exhaustion paired with increased humility.
Yet, in this unexpected moment He lifted me from my comfortable perch, and let me witness His work unfold simply, like a delicate flower; without force or coercion; without strained effort. I sat astounded in my tan chair, as I felt an overwhelming confirmation of His love and purpose for me.