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Clean Window, Long and Not to the Point, BEWARE!


Today I decided to clean one window. One yucky, winter crusted, storm stained window. There are several in the house but I decided I would start with one and then see how things went. So down came the storm windows out came the screen and the cleaning began. As I scrubbed, scoured and Windex-ed I began to think, because as you all know cleaning windows does not require as much mental strength as it does physical. Well as I thought I realized our lives are a lot like these dirty windows. We see the spots we know that there are things we need to clean up but the job just seems to big. It would be hard, it would require time, and it would mean change. Not to mention that as soon as one window was clean there are several more waiting. Well as the window began to shine I realized just how dirty the window was. Really, I thought I had does this chore before, has it really gotten that dirty again? That must mean that just because we do go through the work, the changing, and the time doesn’t mean we get to stop. We have to keep doing it over and over and over. Well you get my point. Last July my ward boundaries were shifted and before I knew it I found myself in a whole new ward. Luckily I received my same calling as Den mother, I have grown quite fond of those boys. Well as I settled in and really began to enjoy my calling they changed me. Grrrrr! Did I mention how much I hate change? I was put in as the 1st counselor in the Young Women’s program. In a program that has an average of 5 girls show up to church on Sunday sometimes even less. The program is struggling and to tell you the truth after 6 months I am struggling. I have theories on what the problem is but that is all. What can we do to change it, to make it better? I don’t have a clue. However, today I realized it is going to take time, a lot of work and the work will never end. So pray for me and most of all pray for the girls out there. Our youth are in a scary world and sometimes I wonder if we are really doing enough to help them navigate this world. I wonder if maybe our windows are not clean enough for us to see what needs to be done.
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Race Fam said…
I know how you feel about change. I am trying to adjust to not being in my old ward, which I loved! I hate change. At least the girls that do attend your ward, are in the right place and they have you to turn to, since they have to live in this scary world! I bet your a great 1st counselor and they just need some really fun young women activities to go to, like go to hawaii with you!
July 1, 2008 at 11:35 PM
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