Dear
readers,
I
apologize for the long hiatus. I keep writing blog posts and they don’t feel
quite right so I shelve them for later and later never seems to happen.
I’m
currently on a fantastic road trip to see family. This last weekend we were
visiting family in Arizona, and Amy and I had a ton of fun. Sadly, vacation from
everything else in life doesn’t mean I get a vacation from gender dysphoria.
I was
sitting in Sacrament meeting on Sunday and suddenly the dysphoria was
overwhelming. My tie felt like a hundred pounds sitting around my neck. The
walls felt like they were closing in. I felt like I couldn’t breathe, and the
hole in my heart felt like it was three feet wide. The anxiety was completely
overwhelming. It was all I could do to sit there on the pew and just try and
breathe. I just sat there thinking “It’s going to be ok, just breathe, it’s
going to be ok, just breathe…” over and over again until the panic started to
subside.
In my
ward, after sacrament meeting I go to primary, which is a huge blessing.
Normally any anxiety I’ve felt earlier can recede a little and I get to be with
the kids. I get to skip Priesthood, which is always super hard for me. But
here, visiting family in Arizona, I went to Sunday School and then Priesthood.
After the anxiety attack I’d had in Sacrament meeting I’ll admit I totally
checked out of Sunday School and Priesthood. I barely paid any attention to
anything that was going on. Afterwards, I felt incredibly guilty for checking
out. I literally got nothing out of church that Sunday.
As I was
pondering about this guilt later, the parable of the widow’s mite came to my
mind.
Luke 21:1-4 (NKJV):
And He looked up and saw the rich putting their
gifts into the treasury, 2 and He saw also a
certain poor widow putting in two mites. 3 So He
said, “Truly I say to you that this poor widow has put in more than all; 4 for
all these out of their abundance have put in offerings for God,[a] but she out of her poverty put in
all the livelihood that she had.”
I
imagine that the poor widow didn’t necessarily feel proud of her offering, in
fact she probably wished that she could give more. She saw all those rich
individuals around her donating more money than she would ever have in her
life. This didn’t stop her from making her meager offering, but I imagine that
even the widow felt a little guilt over how little she could give.
How
often in life do we feel guilt after literally putting everything we have into
our offering for the Lord?
I went
to church, I did my very best, and I’ll be honest it was excruciatingly hard
just to be there. I just wanted to go home and curl up in a ball. Why did I
feel guilty for trying as much as I could? Through my guilt I was denying the
atonement of my Savior. He knew that I had made the best offering that I could
that Sunday. As I pondered this thought, I could imagine my Savior saying “I
accept your offering.”
I think
this parable really helps put things in perspective. How often do those of us
who are struggling see someone who has been given more make an offering of
time, effort, or money to the Lord and feel guilty for the little that we can
give? How often, do we look at others and judge their meager offerings thinking
that surely they could do more?
Maybe
the best offering that someone can make is merely being in Church that Sunday.
Maybe the best offering they can make is attending just one of the three hours
of meetings. Maybe the best offering that can be made is staying home and
reading the scriptures. The Lord accepts their offering, no matter how small
the offering, and only the Lord knows how great their offering truly was.
Through
the grace of God all of our offerings are accepted. None of us ever consecrate
enough to the Lord that we can return to him without our Savior. Here is my
plea--that we can all stop feeling guilty when we don’t feel like we made a
sufficient offering to the Lord. Let’s just give what we can, and let the
atonement make it enough.
I know
this is certainly something that I need to work on.
Yes and yes. Beautifully put and so very true. I think self-acceptance one of the great struggles of mortality. It's a good thing that God is so much kinder to us than we are to ourselves.
ReplyDeleteYes and yes. Beautifully put and so very true. I think self-acceptance one of the great struggles of mortality. It's a good thing that God is so much kinder to us than we are to ourselves.
ReplyDeleteThis hit so close to home for me. I have never thought about it from this perspective, thank you do much for sharing your experiences. You affect people in such a positive way, more than you know!
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ReplyDeleteI really enjoy reading your blog, in a way, it's your offering to us that are also Transgender and Mormon.
ReplyDeleteLooking forward to the next one!
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