I have been thinking back today on the thoughts I had and the feelings I felt listening to Marjorie Pay Hinckley this past Monday.
Sister Hinckley closed her words at the 1999 BYU Women’s Conference with a quote that she has said for many years, and I have grown up hearing:
“Oh, how we need each other!”http://livingandtravelingwithkids.com/2020/04/day-177-marjorie-pay-hinckley/
Many years ago, my sister-in-law, Amelia, typed up a very long document, listing all the people she could think of in her life, that had been formative in her life, and how. It was inspiring for me to read. But, I would bet you anything, it was even more inspiring to write! Oh, how we need each other!
I wanted to do something similar. I wanted to have that experience myself – to be so full of gratitude that I don’t have enough paper to write the good that people have done for me, but to try anyway. And I did it! I started that document, Monday night, right after I finished blogging. I started with 73 names and stories. And that was just in one sitting. Oh, how we need each other!
“Each of us has received gifts that we could not provide for ourselves… Reverence for the givers does more than just make us grateful. Reflecting on their gifts can and should transform us.”https://www.churchofjesuschrist.org/general-conference/2020/04/media/6147133971001?lang=eng
“A new heart also will I give you, and a new spirit will I put within your: and I will take away the stony heart … and I will give you an heart of flesh. And I will put my spirit within you … And ye shall be my people, and I will be your God.”https://www.churchofjesuschrist.org/study/scriptures/ot/ezek/36?lang=eng
I want this, my friends. I say that statement a lot. I have never seen more clearly what I want, than these past six months. I am grateful to my parents for teaching me where to turn when I am hurting. I am grateful to an all-knowing, all-loving God for giving me a place to hurt. I am grateful for what I have learned about what to do with that hurt. And I am grateful for a Savior who will take my hurt, and make “beauty for ashes”.