A few weeks ago, I had to give a lesson in Relief Society (a class for the women of our church), and since it was my topic to pick, I was struggling to come up with what I wanted to speak about. I had a few ideas in my mind that I had been thinking about over the past week and then on Saturday, I went to water my plant and an idea flooded my mind.
This is my purple velvet plant (also called Purple Passion). If you were to take a guess as to how old this plant is, what would be your guess? Look at it... think about it....Well, I am not sure of the exact age of this plant, but when I asked the sisters in my R.S., the biggest guess was a year old. I don't know the exact age of this plant, but what I do know is it sat on my grandmothers kitchen window ledge for years... like at least 10 years and I have had it for 9 years. So my best guess would be 20 years old. I inherited this plant soon after she passed and though it is not a pretty plant, it reminds me of her every time I see it on my own kitchen window seal. This plant has lived in so many different climates, from the dry desserts in Utah, to the humid cold in Ohio and now to the hot Texas weather. At times, I have even had to bring it back from the dead. It's a hardy plant that I believe got it's foundation for good from my grandma. It does not need constant water, but when ever I see the leaves get soft, I give it a little drink (about every other week) and it is perked back up the next morning. So... why did this jog my memory for a great parable for a church class?
Well, just like our selves in this world, we too have to learn to adapt to different locations and situations. Some times it can be difficult and we may go a little limp, but with the Savior on our side, even at our weakest points, we can be brought back from the dead. And when we are given a good foundation from His gospel, we too can survive in any aspect of life.
On March 1st last year, I was having a pretty huge pity party for my self and decided to do something to better my self. I made the decision to read my scriptures every day for a year. The only other time I had done this was in seminary when I was in high school (and even then I think I stopped reading during the summer when we were not in seminary). So for the past 12 years, I had failed to read them every day. Well, on December 31st, with out any planning on my part, I grabbed my scriptures, opened them up, and ironically where I was at in my reading, happened to be the last chapter in the Book of Mormon. What a completely fitting way to end the year by finishing the Book of Mormon! I felt like I needed to be brought back from the dead, just like my plant. The Book of Mormon was my drink. And I did not just have a drink, I gulped it down! I have never understood the scriptures like I had this last year. It was amazing!! I felt the spirit every time I read them and got excited to go to bed to continue where I had left the night before. I feel like I have built a better foundation not only for my self, but for my family. And when March 1st came around this year, I truly rejoiced in the prompting I had and followed to read my scriptures every day. Here's to year number 2... and going strong!!!