Laughter through tears is my favorite emotion.

Tomorrow is my Sunday to teach Relief Society again. You may remember that my experience teaching last month was disappointing. I have been preparing and praying and preparing and praying a lot about the lesson these past weeks. Today I was reading in my mom's journal and this was an entry I came across:

Sunday April 12, 1987
Dear Diary,
I taught R.S. this morning. I feel I failed. My time ran out. I didn't feel the Spirit. I thought I was prepared but I was not. I need to be more prayerful when I teach. The next time I will do better. I helped Opal in the nursery for a little while. She is ready to be released from that calling.
Goodnight,
Gloria

This lifted my spirits today. I am almost the age she was when she wrote this. She was perfect by now and I am sure her lesson was great even though she felt it wasn't. She was too hard on herself. Just like me sometimes. I loved how she helped out in another calling that Sunday that wasn't hers. That was her...always turning the other cheek, going the second mile, giving the cloak and coat also.

I am going to leave the RS room tomorrow believing that I did a good job because I have prayed and prepared and done my best to deliver the words that the Lord wants the ladies in the Plymouth Ward to hear.

Thank you a million times, Mom, for faithfully writing in your journal!