Sacrifice

A new acquaintance asked me, repeatedly, last night "HOW do you do it? HOW do you teach seminary every morning?" Others have shaken their heads, saying I'm a 'better woman than they are.'

An old friend lamented this morning on the sacrifice this calling is asking of me.

Another acquaintance expressed condolences for the horrible trial of this calling.

My own mother is *against* it.

How do I explain? Teaching seminary doesn't seem like a burden. It is neither onerous nor noxious. I don't feel better for having accepted it. I feel greedy. I don't feel like I'm sacrificing; I feel distilled upon with blessings to do what will help me learn what I need to learn, study what I need to study, teach my children (and others, that's the bonus) and AND teach the gospel every morning. EVERY morning. So greedy. How can my mother be against that?

How do I do this?

How can I not?

In October 2014, Elder Richard G. Scott said,

Don’t yield to Satan’s lie that you don’t have time to study the scriptures. Choose to take time to study them. Feasting on the word of God each day is more important than sleep, school, work, television shows, video games, or social media. You may need to reorganize your priorities to provide time for the study of the word of God. If so, do it!

That admonition has chastised me over the intervening years. I often know better than I do. I know I desperately need the daily light of scripture study, yet far too often I walk around feeding my spirit from scripture 'food storage' (blessings from past study), instead of regular, daily feasting. This teaching is heaven's blessing to nudge me where I know I should be. I shouldn't need a calling to study the scriptures, but apparently I do and God loves me enough to give me what I need.

Sacrifice?

Trial?

Unfathomable, hardly. Blessing.