Because I am the sort of saint who attends the Young Women Open Houses on Temple Square every six months, I went on opening day (which was also yesterday.) I found a comfortable (I am lying. Those benches are a tight two inches away from each other and I am shortest person I know. Just how small were those pioneers?) center seat at the Assembly Hall and listened to the prelude music.
As I was reviewing the day’s conference schedule I saw out of the corner of my eye Sister Beck and Sister Dalton (respectfully, the first and second General Young Women Presidency Councilors) enter the hall. I stopped to watch them mingle in the audience and started to day dream about having an audience with them. Having no other responsibilities except to listen to me, I could download (or would it be upload?) all of my anxieties, frustrations and confusions about being a ward Young Women’s President. I further fantasized that they would spend hours answering my questions and telling me that I was nothing short of brilliant for remembering to change the value color table cloth in opening exercises once a month.
When the meeting started Sister Dalton mentioned that they would be around on Temple Square to answer any questions we might have. Though it wasn’t the personal tete-a-tete I was hoping for, I was glad to hear of their willingness to relinquish some availability. Then Sister Dalton added, “Although, I do have to tell you, Sister Beck will most likely remind ‘You have scriptures! You have knees!’ ”
Oh right. You mean personal revelation.
The hard part about personal revelation is that it is personal. On occasion, I find myself sharing my treasures of inspiration with my husband. He usually responds in a “good-for-you!” manner. But I want him to respond more like “I got the same answer!” Personal revelation can be so lonely at times. I’ve prayed to know about crossroads in my life, and when everyone was getting “go left!” or “go right!” my answer was “cut a new trail!”
Then there is the part about getting the answer you don’t want. Your prayers confirm it. Your scriptures confirm it. Then there is the random lady at the bank who says a key word and confirms it in a this-universe-is-trying-to-tell-me-something sort of way, leading you to deny it no longer. It is a wonder why we ever pray at all.
But Sister Beck is right. Every time I am brave enough to fire up my personal revelation with prayer and study, it always works together for my good. And in the end, it is the sweetest reward of having the gift of the Holy Ghost.
And speaking of personal revelation, it was just revealed to me that I need to retract my opening sentence. Because of my dear friend Jenny I went to the Young Women Open House yesterday. She coaxed me into going with promises of friend time and a burrito. Personally, I would’ve slept in.
How has personal revelation helped you lately?