Lessons From The Spirit

This weekend I discovered a few things that I should have already known, but the Spirit had to teach --or at least, re-teach me.

During the Relief Society broadcast Saturday evening, the RS general presidency members spoke about keeping covenants.  That has been the them of our stake this whole year, so I thought I had heard all there was to hear about that topic.  But I was wrong, as is commonly the case.  I learned that I choose to keep my covenant every day--in every little thing I do. 

By the time the "half-time hymn" came around the Spirit was working on my big time.  The hymn was "I'll Go Where You Want Me to Go", which I have always considered a missionary hymn. But the Spirit taught met hat this hymn is really about doing what we are asked because we are covenant keepers.

It may not be on the mountain height Or over the stormy sea, 
It may not be at the battle's front My Lord will have need of me.
There is a need for teachers who have a testimony and commitment to be there every week so those kids learn and behave and feel the Spirit.
But if, by a still, small voice he calls to paths that I do not know,
I'll answer, dear Lord, with my hand in thine:I'll go where you want me to go.
I've never really had a Primary calling before (the first 4 months after we were married really don't count--as that was more birth control, than teaching....) but if this is where I am supposed to be, then I'm here.
 Perhaps today there are loving words Which Jesus would have me speak;
There may be now in the paths of sin Some wand'rer whom I should seek.
Some of these kids are dealing with some tough things in their families.  Their families need the Gospel and its blessings.  Maybe something I say will affect  the kids and in turn affect their families for good.
O Savior, if thou wilt be my guide, Tho dark and rugged the way, 
My voice shall echo the message sweet: I'll say what you want me to say. 
If the Savior were here, He would love and teach these kids.  Even the ones that I struggle with. Heavenly Father knows and loves them, and He'll help me to know how to do that too.

There's surely somewhere a lowly place In earth's harvest fields so wide
Where I may labor through life's short day For Jesus, the Crucified.
I considered the Primary teacher one of the lowliest of callings when I got this gig. And I know it isn't a life-long calling, so I should shift my attitude.
So trusting my all to thy tender care, And knowing thou lovest me,
I'll do thy will with a heart sincere: I'll be what you want me to be.
Plus, if I know--and I do--that Christ loves me, then I need to love those around me to show Him my level of commitment and conversion.  My covenants in the baptism and the temple direct me to do just that.


I have a lot to learn, apparently.  And this Primary calling is just the start.  Ten months into it and I am finally figuring just this little bit out.  At this rate, I might not learn enough from this calling to ever be released.