Changing Perspective
So, I went to the BYU Devotional today. Or the devo, as the cool kids are calling it these days.
And I got to sit on the floor of the MC (or Mariott Center for those of you who don't speak the "lingo"...okay, so most of this stuff I just make up, let's be honest...) because, get this, I ACTUALLY KNEW THE PERSON WHO WAS GIVING THE DEVOTIONAL. Not like, I had heard their name before because they are a General Authority. No, I actually know the fabulous woman who spoke today at the BYU Devotional. Her name is Amy Jensen, and you can watch her remarks here. When her talk is uploaded anyway.
So, I went and listened to the fabulous Professor Jensen tell us all about Media and being aware of what we are letting distract and influence us. But, to be honest, that didn't matter much to me. I made a decision a long time ago about media, and my stance hasn't wavered.
Then she started talking about her sister who battled cancer. And I lost it. Her sister's outlook on her fight with disease that ultimately took her life was amazing. I wanted to stand up then and there and ask Amy to change the direction of her remarks and tell me more about her sister and how she found the strength to keep going on the days when things felt too hard.
One of the things that my dear friend Amy (I assume I can call her my dear friend...I've known her for three years...) said that helped me the most is that her sister was able to find peace. How, you may be asking? (I know I was.) She gave it to the Lord. She knew that she may not be healed from the cancer that ultimately took her life, but she was able to find peace and know that the Lord was acutely aware of her. That He knew what He was doing and that He could see the big picture.
And so, my perspective changed. I'm going to (try to) stop asking why I am sososososoooo sick all the time and instead (again, try is the key word here people, I'm not perfect yet) remember that there is a bigger picture. That this illness is just one puzzle piece in the events of my life and that there will be other influential events, good and bad, that will shape who I am.
And, in true Megan puzzle solving form, if I can't figure out where the stomach-illness-crappy-days-painful-urrrrgh piece fits in the big puzzle, I'll just put it back on the table and pick up a different piece and stare at that one for a while. And then, Heavenly Father will come along (just like my mom does when I am putting together a puzzle) and put in all the pieces that are just too hard for me to figure out.
So, I'm going to try to let go. Let go of the confusion and frustration and inner angst and let Heavenly Father have this piece for a while.
Success. (or steps in the success-filled direction)
And I got to sit on the floor of the MC (or Mariott Center for those of you who don't speak the "lingo"...okay, so most of this stuff I just make up, let's be honest...) because, get this, I ACTUALLY KNEW THE PERSON WHO WAS GIVING THE DEVOTIONAL. Not like, I had heard their name before because they are a General Authority. No, I actually know the fabulous woman who spoke today at the BYU Devotional. Her name is Amy Jensen, and you can watch her remarks here. When her talk is uploaded anyway.
So, I went and listened to the fabulous Professor Jensen tell us all about Media and being aware of what we are letting distract and influence us. But, to be honest, that didn't matter much to me. I made a decision a long time ago about media, and my stance hasn't wavered.
Then she started talking about her sister who battled cancer. And I lost it. Her sister's outlook on her fight with disease that ultimately took her life was amazing. I wanted to stand up then and there and ask Amy to change the direction of her remarks and tell me more about her sister and how she found the strength to keep going on the days when things felt too hard.
One of the things that my dear friend Amy (I assume I can call her my dear friend...I've known her for three years...) said that helped me the most is that her sister was able to find peace. How, you may be asking? (I know I was.) She gave it to the Lord. She knew that she may not be healed from the cancer that ultimately took her life, but she was able to find peace and know that the Lord was acutely aware of her. That He knew what He was doing and that He could see the big picture.
And so, my perspective changed. I'm going to (try to) stop asking why I am sososososoooo sick all the time and instead (again, try is the key word here people, I'm not perfect yet) remember that there is a bigger picture. That this illness is just one puzzle piece in the events of my life and that there will be other influential events, good and bad, that will shape who I am.
And, in true Megan puzzle solving form, if I can't figure out where the stomach-illness-crappy-days-painful-urrrrgh piece fits in the big puzzle, I'll just put it back on the table and pick up a different piece and stare at that one for a while. And then, Heavenly Father will come along (just like my mom does when I am putting together a puzzle) and put in all the pieces that are just too hard for me to figure out.
So, I'm going to try to let go. Let go of the confusion and frustration and inner angst and let Heavenly Father have this piece for a while.
Success. (or steps in the success-filled direction)
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