Sharing

Remember when you were a kid and begged your parents to let them bear your testimony?  Well maybe you don't because you weren't that kid, but I was.  I remember my dad telling me I had to wait until I was old enough, and then one day I became old enough and I stopped wanting to (I know sad...). I feel like I don't have any great experiences or anything important to share, so why get up there.

Anyway.  I was sitting in sacrament meeting today, it was at the beginning and I was toying with the idea of getting up and sharing my testimony.  And then my bishop called us to action.  He told us if we had those feelings to get up and share our testimonies.  (Just a note, I'm not in a ward that often has awkward pauses, in fact I can't remember the last time that we had one...)  I knew that he was speaking to me, so did I get up right away? No, not me.  I waited until the last minute and was the last person to bear my testimony.  Yep, pretty cool, huh. 

But I did get up!!:)  And I shared about how God has a plan for us (because He really does), he really wants to turn us into temples like one of the sisters from the Relief Society broadcast shared last night.  He wants to help us so bad, but we have to ask him for help.  Anyway, I know I shared more along those lines, but that was the topic!:)

And then after church I had 3 people thank me for sharing my testimony.  Wow, really, something I said made a difference.  Sometimes I feel so insignificant.  Sometimes I feel like I don't have anything worth sharing and that my experiences are so small compared to other people's.  Sometimes I feel unworthy of sharing what I know because I have so little experience.  (And sometimes I don't blog, because I don't have anything worth sharing.)  However, I am still an instrument in the Lord's hands and if I listen to Him, I can say things He wants me to say and do things he wants me to do, and become what he wants me to be.  The intermediate song last night really touched me:
It may not be on the mountain height
Or over the stormy sea,
It may not be at the battle's front
My Lord will have need of me.  This part is really how I feel sometimes, I don't have big trials, I don' feel needed...
But if, by a still, small voice he calls
To paths that I do not know,  even if they are small and seemingly insignificant
I'll answer, dear Lord, with my hand in thine:

I'll go where you want me to go, dear Lord,

Over mountain or plain or sea;

I'll say what you want me to say, dear Lord;

I'll be what you want me to be.

 

 Perhaps today there are loving words
Which Jesus would have me speak;
There may be now in the paths of sin
Some wand'rer whom I should seek.
O Savior, if thou wilt be my guide,
Tho dark and rugged the way,
My voice shall echo the message sweet:
I'll say what you want me to say.  Because I am his instrument!:)

There's surely somewhere a lowly place
In earth's harvest fields so wide
Where I may labor through life's short day
For Jesus, the Crucified.
So trusting my all to thy tender care,
And knowing thou lovest me,
I'll do thy will with a heart sincere:
I'll be what you want me to be.

And in the end that's all that really matters, being what God wants us to be, not our neighbors, not our friends, not our family, not the world, but God!