I was to say the least shocked.
For one Relief Society has not been one of my favorite meetings and I am far from being a "Pintrest" Queen. I questioned my Heavenly Father for several months if he was sure he had the right person for this calling.
It wasn't until this month I received a strong confirmation that yes He did call me to this calling and then "Sisterhood" started playing out in my mind over and over.
When I think of "Sisterhood" I immediately think of my beloved Jackpot Branch.
Jackpot is a small casino town on the border of the Idaho Nevada Border.
It was at this little branch during one of my many struggles I felt the loving embraces of Sisterhood.
Webster defines Sisterhood as: "The state of being a sister, Sisterly relationship, A community or society of sisters, a society of religious women and the solidarity of women based on shared conditions, experiences, or concerns."
I think our Father in Heaven would agree with the "solidarity of women..."
Through out His scriptures He has counseled us to "Be One..."
Ever since I can remember I have been a back row kinda girl.
For many reasons first and foremost on the back row I could make a quick and silent escape.
Those who have been away from the church for years know the struggles of coming back.
I'm sure you would understand my feelings of escape.
But now that I am active and building a sure a foundation I find myself still gravitating to the back row.
Even when I tell myself that I'm going to shake it up and sit on a another row.
A few weeks ago as I entered my beloved Jackpot Branch I found myself scanning the row and thinking,
I should sit on a different row but my feet took me to my usual seat in the back row.
Soon my friends started filtering in and one special friend looked at me and said, "Lorie, I'm not going to let you sit on the back row by your self this Sunday." So, she came and sat by me.
As each of my Branch Sister's started filtering in my special friend invited each and every one of them to come and sit on the back row with us.
Each and everyone of them came and sat on the back row. The entire row was filled up.
Our high counsel man turned to look at me with a big smile and asked what was going on with the back row.
I smiled and said, "we're mixing it up a bit."
Words cannot express the feelings that ran through me as I glanced down that back row and realized that these dear sisters were sitting on the back row for me.
It was then a familiar hymn started running through my mind: