Multi-Vision comes into Focus

Last October, I was released from my young women calling. I was worried that I would feel SUPER stressed and sad about it all, but just two weeks later, I was called as a youth Sunday School teacher. In fact, the bishop told me that he was hoping the new YW president would call me back in, and when she didn't, he didn't want to lose me working with the youth. Isn't that such a gift?

I have worried and worried about being able to control 17-year-old boys in my class, but there is something about me that they like. In the beginning, I couldn't even get them to come to class and members of the Sunday School presidency would need to hunt them down and bring them in, but after a few lessons, they started showing up. In fact, one boy, Gavin, decided that if I was going to ask him to gather copies of the scriptures from the library that he would also bring some random item from the library that he challenges me to incorporate into my lesson. (On a side note, Gavin told me two weeks ago that the only reason he comes to Sunday School is because of me. You know what? I'll take it.)

Anticipating Gavin bringing in his random item has led me to try and anticipate what he will bring in and how I will use it. In fact, it's given me the motivation to look at other things and figure out how they also have a spiritual bent.

Last week, I went to the optometrist. I have struggled for years to figure out my far vision and my near vision. Without contacts, I can see up close perfectly, but throw in contacts which enable me to see far away, and I can't read a book. As a consequence, the prescription for my far vision has been lessened so I have a better chance of seeing up close. But, as my optometrist said, since I basically can't read without strain and since I can't see road signs, why don't we make one vision clear and figure out what do to about the other.

So she gave me contacts to see far away with multi-vision contacts to possibly read up close. I thought all was going to work until I sat down at the organ yesterday and realized that I couldn't see the music...but I could see to the back of the overflow ;-)

So, let's s-t-r-e-t-c-h those muscles. How could I take my vision problem and turn it into something spiritual?

It's it beautiful that the gospel puts everything into focus. Far away, the prophet tells us what is far away, oftentimes things we can't see as a church. Close up, the Holy Ghost and personal revelation help us put into focus our own personal lives. With Christ at the center, nothing is out of focus.

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