A spiritual thought for Sunday
I had a great experience at church today.
At the beginning of the lesson, the teacher said something like "Now not all of you are parents, but you all have parents, so that's where some of you fit in to this lesson." I couldn't help feeling she was leaving something out.
I got all antsy and fidgeting, and felt something welling up inside. I had to say what I was thinking. I didn't want to intrude or interrupt, I tried to wait for an organic space to put up my hand. There were lots and lots of other comments. I started feeling anxious, my ears were hot.
Finally I put up my hand.
"I've been thinking something all through the lesson. You mentioned those that don't have children earlier in the lesson...? A way that I would hope they engage with this lesson is that... As parents we all need help. Our kids need to see other adults living the same standards that we are, and have other adults telling them what's right and wrong as well as us. If you see one of our kids doing something they shouldn't, please tell them! Please help them live the standards that you would want your own to."
With that out, my ears stopped burning, my hands stopped fidgeting, my heart stopped pounding and my stomach settled down. That is what I consider the Holy Ghost telling me to speak up, and then giving me peace after being obedient to that urging.
A few other people agreed and elaborated on this thought.
I like to imagine that there was someone in that room who will tell off one of my kids one day/advise them to make a good choice/stop them from making a really bad choice later down the line. Maybe it won't happen until they're teenagers, but that person might think back to me making that comment and then realise that, "Actually, I should say something to (insert name here) because they're about to make a mistake that they'll regret later. And their mother would want me to."
Afterwards I realised that not everyone likes having others "correct" their children.
But I absolutely would like that.