I Think I Can

Saturday morning there was a church function I needed to attend.  And it wasn't something where I could just sit in the back, like a knot on a log.  I had to be there and participate.  It was something I usually love doing.  Only Saturday morning found me with a very weak grasp on my emotions.  Its one thing to feel a little emotional.  Its another to feel like the slightest thing could cause a quick break into the ugly cry.  I'm sure people would understand if I couldn't be there.  People are so loving and understanding.  But it was so last minute and I hadn't gotten anyone to cover for me and just don't like leaving people hanging.  So I decided I would try to go.  Only as the minutes crept by, I felt less and less sure I could do it.  I mentioned to Cory that if I had realized only a little bit sooner what a mess I was going to be, I could have found a friend to go with me and that would have made all the difference.  And so he said, "Well, Melissa lives near the church, why don't we call her and see if she'll go with you?"

How many people can you call at 9:30 on a Saturday morning and say, "Hey, could you come to the church with me and just be there with me so I don't have to go alone.  And by the way, could you be there in 30 minutes?"  I suspect there are several people I could call, who would say, "I'll be there."  I know for sure there is at least one.  Because sure enough, Melissa came.  And it made all the difference in the world.

I learned two really important things on Saturday.  I am the kind of person who likes to do things on my own. When I have a bad day or a private struggle or a personal challenge, I kind of like to keep it to myself.  I just like handling things on my own.  But Saturday was a wonderful reminder that sometimes its good to ask for help.  I feel confident that the Holy Ghost prompts people all the time to offer help to others who are in need. But sometimes its okay to not expect the Holy Ghost to work so hard.  Saturday I just needed a friend to be with me.  And its okay for me to ask for that.

The other thing I learned is that I can do hard things.  Saturday was hard for me.  Honestly, it would have been much easier not to go.  And I think it would have been okay if I had chosen that.  However, I showed myself that I can do hard things.  I feel sure I will need that reminder again and again in the near future.  And I can remember Saturday and remind myself that I can do hard things.

*I would just like to thank everyone who has taken time to email, call, send us a message and let us know in any way, shape or form, that they care about us and are supporting us in whatever way they can. Each comment has been read, cherished and has uplifted us.  It has meant so much to us to feel the outpouring of love we have felt.  Thank you to so many who love us.  We can never thank you enough.*