Live In Worth

Remember the guy who pranced down the aisle in the Sacrament Meeting Chapel with a kite tied to the back of his head and streamers flying gloriously behind him as he approached the pulpit about a month ago? 

He was my person.

Remember my three year old orange-headed Julia in my church class who just wants to dance with wonder to the songs being sung reverently, as if her version of praising is to do so with dance and in a very irreverent manner?

She is my person.

That guy who generally sits four rows below me at Bees games, drinking far too much alcoholic beverages, and YELLING: "Here we go Bee's" over and over and over until someone, anyone joins him in the chant to rally his beloved team?

He is my person.

My Kali who just received five children, aged 8, 6, 4, 1, and 2 weeks old on Tuesday - to add to the four she already has because her sister is currently a lost soul who has no desire to raise her children in a home, with water and food and clothes...

She is my person.

These are my people.

I have been working diligently on my content for my current 3-part Live In Worth Series for girls, ages 11-17.

I am on currently working on the third class and I feel stalled.

So, I talked to the Father about it yesterday a few times and asked Him to pick up the scraps that I've put down on paper and make them come together.

I always ask Him, and Jesus, when I talk to Them morning and night, to help me to see the girls (Their girls) who I will be talking to.

Help me to see them.

Hear them.

Know them.

LOVE them.

Help me to write content for THEM, specifically.

They are my people.

This morning, as I read what Lehi wrote to Jacob (his first born in the wilderness) I made note that I would really like for the Father to consecrate my afflictions for gain.

For my gain and for others' gain.

I'd really like that.