Fear not, I am with thee

It was Sunday. It was Mother's Day. I don't like Mother's Day. Why? Lots of reasons.

For starters, I don't have a very good relationship with my mother. The reasons why are numerous, and would take up a whole other hubpage. Mother's Day is an all-day reminder of the lack of relationship I have with her. It makes me sad.

Secondly, I don't think I should have a special day to thank me for doing all of the things I'm supposed to do anyway. I knew what I was signing up for when I chose to have children.

Another reason is, that I never get what I want. All I ever want for Mother's Day is for the house to be clean, and for the kids not to bicker and argue. Just one day, that's all I ask. Is it too much to ask for? I think it is. I set my sights too high, only to have them come tumbling down on top of me.

There are other reasons that a psychologist would probably have a field day with, but those are the basic three.

So, there I was at church, on Mother's Day, just trying to get through the day. I had already received phone calls that the Primary President, her Second Counselor and the Secretary would be absent. I was the First Counselor. During Sacrament Meeting I noticed that the Chorister was not there, and we already didn't have a pianist. I came to the sad realization that only one primary teacher was there.(Everyone else was probably out of town visiting their mothers whom they all had good relationships with) I thought I would be the only adult trying to run primary with the help of only one teacher. (I HATE no-call no-shows!)

I decided that I could still manage it, just me and the other teacher. Sacrament had ended and I was getting out the supplies I would need from the closet when the one and only teacher told me that she had to go. She had raised her grandson who was now on a mission in Argentina, and he was supposed to call during primary time--since Mother's Day is one of the only two days a year that missionaries are aloud to call home. I held it together and told her that I understood. I would just keep all the kids in the primary room and we would just watch a movie or something.

As soon as the last teacher left, tears filled my eyes and I began to fall apart. I tried to hold myself together for the children's sakes, and began conducting the opening song, How Firm a Foundation. When we got to the third verse, the children sang, "Fear not, I am with thee, oh, be not dismayed, for I am thy God, and will still give thee aid." As the children sang that verse, three primary teachers trickled in to primary. They had missed Sacrament meeting, but came to do their callings. I was no longer all alone.

I felt so loved by my Father in Heaven. Whenever I begin to feel alone and sad, thinking that nobody else in the whole world can help me, I remember that day. I remember the words in that song. "Fear not, I am with thee, oh, be not dismayed, for I am thy God, and will still give thee aid. I'll strengthen thee, help thee, and cause thee to stand, upheld by my righteous omnipotent hand."