Tuesday, November 29, 2005

R.S. Therapy

Going to a non-singles ward once in a while is theraphy I recommend for everyone! We are in such a strange time warp in singles wards, (and I mean that in the best possible way), and I forget that there is life beyond, until I get a healthy dose of a "real" Relief Society.

I have a love-hate relationship with my homeward Relief Society. I won't go without protection, because all of the well-meaning older ladies look at your left hand, ask you if you are dating anyone, and some are secretly looking you up and down and analysing what could possibly be keeping you single. In my case, I am sure they are looking at my hips! (Dad says it is all in my head, and it probably is!) However, what I love about my home ward Relief Society is the people. It never fails that I am brought to tears and touched by the spirit when I go. I look across the ladies in the Relief Society, that have known me from the day I was born, and known my parents for years before that, some who even knew my dad as a child, and I see great women of faith. I see my neighbor who's husband had an affair and they stayed married, now have a great marriage and all of their children went on missions and married in the temple. I see the woman who's husband died years ago, and finally she has found a wonderful second husband to marry, and they have served a mission together. I see women who have had abuse, sickness and death in their lives, as well, as beauitful, faithful children, and many many more blessings. Women who have been in and out of activity in the church, and women who are new converts.
Many of the girls I grew up with live in the ward still, and they have husbands, imported from BYU, and a few children crawling around their feet and screaming. In short, I see women lumpy and bumpy, all shapes and sizes, all ages, and types of beauty, who have so much faith. They are living the gospel, and testifying of it through their lives. And somehow when I visit, I realize I have a place in it, the "older" single girl in the ward, who for some reason keeps visiting every Christmas without a husband or kids!
But I realize my place among the sisters of the gospel, my place in God's plan, and it strengthens and renews my faith. And I realize, that in singles wards, where everyone in so concerned about looking cute, and finding husbands, that the church is still true, but at times, we are missing something. Sometimes, (and I should only speak for myself) we lose the bigger picture of the gospel, the bigger picture of the plan, and the bigger picture of our worth as daughters of God.

5 comments:

aquamarine said...

Esperanza, that was just beautiful! (And there is nothing wrong with your hips, girlfriend. You are lovely, lovely, lovely!)

Panini said...

What a sweet post. I love knowing people for a long time too. But also share your abhorrence about marital questions. I want to avoid it enough that I've sometimes told them the boy I've gone out with 2x is my boyfriend so I can get some peace. hmmm...do I smell deceit?

Scully said...

Is it a bad sign that the inquiring little old ladies in my home ward no longer ask that question? I'm glad they don't, but I'd hate to be given up as a lost cause!

JB said...

When I was younger, I used to think it was a compliment that people would say "Oh, you're so cute, you'll be married in no time!" Then I grew a brain. It doesn't have that much to do with cute and that isn't a compliment, though I'm sure they think it is too.

I like homewards that are real. My "homeward" has a bunch of rich people in it who aren't all the friendly or welcoming in general. As leaders, the people I interacted with were wonderful, but as people, most of them were nice to talk with a tiny bit on Sundays and that's about it.

I think that some homewards are very "real." People have issues and other people know about these issues and care about them anyway. Better yet, they sometimes help them through it. That's what the Church is for, in my opinion.

Esperanza said...

totally agree with you jessica. and walking...you aparently don't remember the size of my hips! jk