D&C Section 124 verse 1: VERILY, thus saith the Lord unto you, my servant, I am well pleased with your offering and acknowledgments, which you have made; for unto this end have I raised you up, that I might show forth my wisdom through the weak things of the earth.
…Through the weak things of the earth. As I have stated before…I know that this is why the Lord had me work on the film. I have no degree or training in filmmaking. I’m not a writer. I am a stay at home mom. By the Lord using me, it is made clear that the success of this endeavor was based on the Lord’s help and on the Lord’s wisdom. It is truly a testimony to me of my Heavenly Father and His guidance.
But…every once in a while I might start to take just a little too much credit. Yes, I might even say that the “P” word, “Pride” sets in. And as soon as I think it’s all me, it becomes all me and when it becomes all me I don’t do too well and when I don’t do too well I begin to lose my self-worth and I start to compare myself to others and I might even wish that I was somebody else. Maybe someone who is smarter than me, like my husband, or an amazing filmmaker like Christian Vuissa, or even a better cook like yourself…seriously…even without knowing you... Anyways, I start to focus on the strengths of others while forgetting my purpose for being here.
Now isn’t this an interesting pattern? Satan uses Pride that eventually leads to feelings of inadequacy. The Lord teaches us humility which leads to feelings of self worth and to an understanding of what our individual calling is. This is one of the main lessons of my mission and in the film as well as a reoccurring theme of my life. Pride leads to feelings of inadequacy which, when I turn to the Lord, humble me. Then He is able to teach me which leads to feelings of self worth as long as I keep Him in my life. The Nephite Cycle. Let me share a story to illustrate my point…no need to scour lds.org to find one…I have plenty of my own. Let’s call this one Humility 101: Media Week…
A few weeks before the opening of Errand of Angels, our distributor, Excel, told me that I would be on several TV and radio shows in the week of the premiere along with Erin Chambers, the main actress…Wow! I was told that I would be asked questions and that I would have less than a minute in some of the interviews to give all of my answers. This is difficult because I often need a life experience to occur after a question in order to get the answer, and a one minute interview does not provide the time for this. One of the trickier questions to answer was, “What is so special about your mission that you thought it should be made into a movie?” Of course I didn’t know the answer to this question and that really bothered me. Why did I think that I was so special?
So I guess that I started out humble. I was very nervous to be on television and I prayed and prayed for help in this endeavor. At 5am on Monday, Excel picked me and Erin up. I’d been up since 3:30am (nursing my 2 month old, Matthew, and getting ready) and had only gone to sleep at 11:30pm. Erin and I were both pretty anxious because neither of us had ever done this before.
So we get to the first interview. Now keep in mind that Excel keeps saying, “This is the number one radio program…they have the most listeners,” or “This is the number one TV program…they have the most viewers.” This isn’t helping me. We get into the room, put on our earphones and sit up to the mikes. It goes ok. I’m sort of a nerd, but who in the world is up this early anyways?
Next we are off to the first LIVE television appointment at fox news, “the most watched morning news.” Well, you know how you watch the news and there is the big desk with the anchor people? Yeah, me and Erin, behind the desk with the anchor people…LIVE…yikes…But then it happens – I’m on fire! I’m charismatic, I’m excited, and I am amazing. I’m also pretty sure that the anchor woman is shooting daggers at me with her eyes because she knows that I could be replacing her in no time. What a high!
I am energized – we go to our next appointment, the number one country radio station – I mess up a little but no biggy because it’s prerecorded and edited to make us all sound brilliant. What a day! I go home and have the best phone interview for a magazine and it is allllll good…I cannot even get over myself! My friends had all said that I was going to be famous…well here we go. Do you see where this is going?
The next morning at 4:50am (yes, 11:30-3:30 sleep schedule again) Excel comes by to pick me and then Erin up. I feel cute in my caramel skirt, new blouse and favorite shoes I’ve got my game face on and I am ready to rumble. As we go up to Salt Lake City to go on the next interview of the next number 1 news Excel says to me, “Heidi, we reviewed the Fox News TV interview from yesterday and the President of Excel says that you look nervous and are not smiling.” And now I have a problem because I was not nervous AT ALL, I had it going on and I was soooo smiling.
Then I think back to when I got my driver’s license picture a few years ago and was so surprised to see that the expression I made that felt so much like a slight smile was not a smile at all. I told my mom and she said that she has the same problem, it seems that it runs in the family. Even with my son, Luke. In his school picture, when I asked him why it looks like he’s gone to the dark side of the force, he said that he was smiling when they clicked the camera; he then smiled for me...not a smile. I then ask, “Do I normally smile?” The answer, “Not really.” And then again I flash back 2 months earlier when my youngest girl, Courtney, age three, comes into my room, looks at me excitedly and says, “Mom, you’re smiling!”
…I don’t smile? I don’t smile!? Maybe I’m just tired so it seems worse than it is, but it is a huge revelation to find out at age 35 that I’m not smiling when I know that I am and to make things worse, now I’m expected to force a smile while being interviewed, also trying not to look nervous now that I am nervous and apparently already look nervous when completely comfortable. Then Excel adds a few more things not to forget to say. How am I supposed to do all of this? I am a person who can’t multi-task…at all, proof being that I can’t even breathe and smile at the same time.
So this is our first standing up interview, LIVE TV and rushed. The man doing the interview arrives; I paste on the smile, my legs feel weak from nerves and feel like I might fall over. But I’m still smiling. Then my face begins to quiver…bad. Have you ever had that problem when trying to smile as you get your picture taken? My face is really beginning to shake (on LIVE TV) – it’s like I’m doing a wall sit with my face…all of the quivering by the un-toned muscles. I stopped smiling for a couple of seconds because I needed to take a rest and start over again, like you do when you’re getting pictures taken, but the camera here keeps rolling. Then the interviewer asked me, “Is it harder to be a sister missionary than to be an Elder?” I answered, “Um…I…don’t…really…know.” It was so articulate…meanwhile, with every show, Erin is getting prettier, thinner, whiter teeth more poised and eloquent…you get the picture.
So onto the next LIVE TV show, Good Things Utah, you know…the highest rated number one program. It is one of those chatty women shows with the beautiful, yet relatable women sitting around a table with their mugs (coffee; not faces). We sit on the risers with the audience waiting for our turn. As we wait, Excel encourages me to sit up straighter. The problem with this is that I have scoliosis pretty bad which makes me hunched over on one side. I tell myself, “OK, Quasimodo, sit up straight and don’t forget to smile.” It’s finally our turn and they have us sit on these chairs, not behind the table. I sit down and think, “Back straight, smile on, say the memorized information.” I get ‘er done. I know it’s nothing special and that it’s a bit forced…but I do it and I’m glad to have been able to do everything I was asked to do.
As we leave the studio, the PR assistant asks, “So is this the last television show that we have?” The answer was no, and I think, “Great, what did I do now?” They proceed to tell me that it is a good idea to have my legs crossed while wearing a skirt on TV… “WHAT? You are kidding me! I was on LIVE TV, in a skirt, without my legs crossed?” I could have died. They reassured me that no one saw anything and that the cameras were to the side and people probably didn’t even notice. Well, I’m pacified…sort of…but decide to call my husband just to make sure. He answers, I say nothing about the catastrophe at hand, but ask, “So how did I do?” He says, “You did great!” And then I ask to talk to my daughter, Kelsey, “How did I do?” She answers and this is an exact quote, “Mom, why do you even care? It’s only like 30 seconds. Oh, and if your hand hadn’t been on your lap, you would have flashed all of Utah.” Good Things Utah…may I never show my mug there again.
So now we are in the car getting ready to do a phone interview and I am absolutely traumatized by how terribly wrong it is all going and we still have a whole day of press ahead of us. I know that I am ruining everything. I know that if the president of Excel doesn’t like me not smiling, he’s not gonna like me not crossing my legs on LIVE TV. They are probably regretting letting an inexperienced embarrassment like me on the television, representing them. I am letting everyone down and feel like I can’t do this anymore. I get on the phone for my part of the interview and I am so mad at myself. The woman on the other end of the line asks the reoccurring question, “What made you want to do this?” my tone says, “I DO NOT KNOW!” I finish the interview and honestly cannot remember what I said. I pass the phone to Erin.
I just can’t take it anymore. The tears are welling up, I don’t want to sob in front these ladies, so I quietly open the car door and step out – it was parked. And then it begins – the crying with the tears that I cannot stop. The women from Excel come out to ask me if they are happy tears. Not so much. Erin comes out and asks me if it was something she said. I want to say, yes, everything…it’s all so perfect and poised and pretty, please stop that. The PR assistant says that it just seems worse because I’m so tired. And although there was a lot of truth to that, all I could think was, “I am so humiliated. And, like the revelation of the not smiling, how often am I not crossing my legs and not realizing it?” Now the sobbing in front of these sweet ladies is awkward and humiliating as well…more tears.
The next item on the schedule was to meet the President of Excel, whom I had not yet met. I still can’t stop crying…I’ve got the tears, the runny nose, the lack of Kleenex and a swollen red face. I’m pretty sure that I won’t be attending that lunch. I tell the ladies that I am not going. I am going back to the office to pray and to pump and to cry. I go back to the office where I want no one to see me because the question, “What’s wrong?” will result in more sobbing. Finally, I’m alone in the office, sitting at a desk hooked up to a breast pump, with a swollen red face and tears streaming down and all I could think was, “I don’t feel very famous.”
I then put my things away and went over to the window to touch up my make up for the next appointment, a puffy eyed photo shoot for the Salt Lake Tribune. I then glance out the window, below onto the side-walk and see homeless people from the shelter and I think, “I can’t believe that you think that this is a real problem, Heidi. These people don’t even have homes and you’re crying because you got to be part of this cool experience but did something slightly embarrassing on TV.” Of course this makes me cry my make-up off again because I’ve been such an ingrate. I was just so worried about how much I had messed up and what a goober I was.
And then this thought comes to my mind; an answer to my prayers as well as an answer to the question, “What is so special about your mission that you thought it should be made into a movie?” The thought was, “Heidi, if you weren’t this way there would be no movie. This is who you are – you are awkward and clueless at times and that is ok. This is what made your mission so special. You can’t have it both ways – you can’t be the dork that got into uncomfortable situations that people could learn from and be the poised, perfect person in an interview. So which one do you prefer?” And right then I realized that this is my mission, this is who I am and this is who I want to be, but that I only want to be it with the Lord at my side.
During that trip to Utah I felt compelled to read Sheri Dew’s book, No One Can Take Your Place. In it she reconfirms just that. She says:
No one can take your place in your family or with your friends. No one can take your place in your ward or your extended family, in your neighborhood or at the company where you work. No one can have the influence you have been prepared to have on all who come within your sphere of influence. Without question, no one can fulfill your foreordained mission. No one can do what you were sent here to do. No one.
The rest of that media day I was told that I did a great job, of course what else could they say at this point? But I do feel that it went better. When I got back to my family that night they all asked me about my exciting day with the press and I told them what had happened. Then they insisted that I watch my part on Good Things Utah. So, I sat down, probably didn’t cross my legs and then watched the program. I didn’t look like the other women, with their legs to the side, crossed daintily. Let’s face it, I looked pretty uncomfortable up there, but I also looked like what I am, a stay-home-mom trying something new, making mistakes along the way, but learning from them. And I was ok with that.
The next day, I saw my friend Danetta after the premier. I had gone to her house the Sunday before media week to borrow her breast pump and we had joked about what I would do to embarrass myself on TV. So I walked up to her and we hugged. Then she smiled and said, “So I saw you on TV.” I replied, “You did, huh?” And she said, “Yep, and I thought, ‘Heidi looks nervous…and she needs to cross her legs.’” We both laughed and hugged again. She appreciated me for not letting her down.
I would like to share another quote from Sheri Dew’s book. It is by President George Q. Cannon:
God has chosen us out of the world and has given us a great mission. I do not entertain a doubt myself but that we were selected and fore-ordained for the mission before the world was; that we had our parts allotted to us in this mortal state of existence as our Savior had His assigned to Him” (“Topics of the Times,” 140).
You have a mission here on Earth. You have been fore-ordained to do things that only you can do. The Lord knows you; He knows what you are going through and what time of life you’re in. But are you aware of Him? Do you notice the tender mercies of the Lord on a daily basis? Pay attention to this. Every day look for His hand in your life and you will find it. By acknowledging this, it enables you to realize His personal love for you, that you are special and that you do have a mission. This knowledge will increase your desire to be obedient and reach your potential with His help.
I have a testimony that to successfully complete what we are fore-ordained to do we must remember that we need the Lord’s help in all things. Just as Sister Taylor learns in The Errand of Angels, just as I learned on my own mission and in working on the film and as I was again reminded on Media week. I must allow the Lord to help me in my life and then I need to acknowledge His help all along the way. Again Christ shows us a perfect example of this when He says in John 8:28, “…I do nothing of myself, but as my Father hath taught me…”
Alma states similarly in Alma 29:9: “I know that which the Lord hath commanded me, and I glory in it. I do not glory of myself, but I glory in that which the Lord hath commanded me; yea, and this is my glory, that perhaps I may be an instrument in the hands of God…” I remember one day really thinking about the phrase, “…to be an instrument or a Tool in the Lord’s hands. Just as we need different tools to perform certain functions, the Lord selects different tools to perform His work as well. Sometimes He needs a hammer, sometimes a pair of pliers. I think that I must be a screwdriver because part of my mission is to screw things up, learn something from them and pass it on. I am happy to be a screwdriver. I don’t even want to be a hammer anymore.
We are all unique people, with unique gifts and work to do. When we do our part to keep ourselves as instruments in the hands of the Lord then we are able to feel the hand of the Lord in our lives. The Lord is mindful of each of His children throughout the world and throughout time. He is able to remember millions of us. We are only asked to remember the One, yet we struggle. I pray that I will remember the Lord in my life. I have a testimony of these things and I leave them with you in the Name of Jesus Christ, Amen.
…Through the weak things of the earth. As I have stated before…I know that this is why the Lord had me work on the film. I have no degree or training in filmmaking. I’m not a writer. I am a stay at home mom. By the Lord using me, it is made clear that the success of this endeavor was based on the Lord’s help and on the Lord’s wisdom. It is truly a testimony to me of my Heavenly Father and His guidance.
But…every once in a while I might start to take just a little too much credit. Yes, I might even say that the “P” word, “Pride” sets in. And as soon as I think it’s all me, it becomes all me and when it becomes all me I don’t do too well and when I don’t do too well I begin to lose my self-worth and I start to compare myself to others and I might even wish that I was somebody else. Maybe someone who is smarter than me, like my husband, or an amazing filmmaker like Christian Vuissa, or even a better cook like yourself…seriously…even without knowing you... Anyways, I start to focus on the strengths of others while forgetting my purpose for being here.
Now isn’t this an interesting pattern? Satan uses Pride that eventually leads to feelings of inadequacy. The Lord teaches us humility which leads to feelings of self worth and to an understanding of what our individual calling is. This is one of the main lessons of my mission and in the film as well as a reoccurring theme of my life. Pride leads to feelings of inadequacy which, when I turn to the Lord, humble me. Then He is able to teach me which leads to feelings of self worth as long as I keep Him in my life. The Nephite Cycle. Let me share a story to illustrate my point…no need to scour lds.org to find one…I have plenty of my own. Let’s call this one Humility 101: Media Week…
A few weeks before the opening of Errand of Angels, our distributor, Excel, told me that I would be on several TV and radio shows in the week of the premiere along with Erin Chambers, the main actress…Wow! I was told that I would be asked questions and that I would have less than a minute in some of the interviews to give all of my answers. This is difficult because I often need a life experience to occur after a question in order to get the answer, and a one minute interview does not provide the time for this. One of the trickier questions to answer was, “What is so special about your mission that you thought it should be made into a movie?” Of course I didn’t know the answer to this question and that really bothered me. Why did I think that I was so special?
So I guess that I started out humble. I was very nervous to be on television and I prayed and prayed for help in this endeavor. At 5am on Monday, Excel picked me and Erin up. I’d been up since 3:30am (nursing my 2 month old, Matthew, and getting ready) and had only gone to sleep at 11:30pm. Erin and I were both pretty anxious because neither of us had ever done this before.
So we get to the first interview. Now keep in mind that Excel keeps saying, “This is the number one radio program…they have the most listeners,” or “This is the number one TV program…they have the most viewers.” This isn’t helping me. We get into the room, put on our earphones and sit up to the mikes. It goes ok. I’m sort of a nerd, but who in the world is up this early anyways?
Next we are off to the first LIVE television appointment at fox news, “the most watched morning news.” Well, you know how you watch the news and there is the big desk with the anchor people? Yeah, me and Erin, behind the desk with the anchor people…LIVE…yikes…But then it happens – I’m on fire! I’m charismatic, I’m excited, and I am amazing. I’m also pretty sure that the anchor woman is shooting daggers at me with her eyes because she knows that I could be replacing her in no time. What a high!
I am energized – we go to our next appointment, the number one country radio station – I mess up a little but no biggy because it’s prerecorded and edited to make us all sound brilliant. What a day! I go home and have the best phone interview for a magazine and it is allllll good…I cannot even get over myself! My friends had all said that I was going to be famous…well here we go. Do you see where this is going?
The next morning at 4:50am (yes, 11:30-3:30 sleep schedule again) Excel comes by to pick me and then Erin up. I feel cute in my caramel skirt, new blouse and favorite shoes I’ve got my game face on and I am ready to rumble. As we go up to Salt Lake City to go on the next interview of the next number 1 news Excel says to me, “Heidi, we reviewed the Fox News TV interview from yesterday and the President of Excel says that you look nervous and are not smiling.” And now I have a problem because I was not nervous AT ALL, I had it going on and I was soooo smiling.
Then I think back to when I got my driver’s license picture a few years ago and was so surprised to see that the expression I made that felt so much like a slight smile was not a smile at all. I told my mom and she said that she has the same problem, it seems that it runs in the family. Even with my son, Luke. In his school picture, when I asked him why it looks like he’s gone to the dark side of the force, he said that he was smiling when they clicked the camera; he then smiled for me...not a smile. I then ask, “Do I normally smile?” The answer, “Not really.” And then again I flash back 2 months earlier when my youngest girl, Courtney, age three, comes into my room, looks at me excitedly and says, “Mom, you’re smiling!”
…I don’t smile? I don’t smile!? Maybe I’m just tired so it seems worse than it is, but it is a huge revelation to find out at age 35 that I’m not smiling when I know that I am and to make things worse, now I’m expected to force a smile while being interviewed, also trying not to look nervous now that I am nervous and apparently already look nervous when completely comfortable. Then Excel adds a few more things not to forget to say. How am I supposed to do all of this? I am a person who can’t multi-task…at all, proof being that I can’t even breathe and smile at the same time.
So this is our first standing up interview, LIVE TV and rushed. The man doing the interview arrives; I paste on the smile, my legs feel weak from nerves and feel like I might fall over. But I’m still smiling. Then my face begins to quiver…bad. Have you ever had that problem when trying to smile as you get your picture taken? My face is really beginning to shake (on LIVE TV) – it’s like I’m doing a wall sit with my face…all of the quivering by the un-toned muscles. I stopped smiling for a couple of seconds because I needed to take a rest and start over again, like you do when you’re getting pictures taken, but the camera here keeps rolling. Then the interviewer asked me, “Is it harder to be a sister missionary than to be an Elder?” I answered, “Um…I…don’t…really…know.” It was so articulate…meanwhile, with every show, Erin is getting prettier, thinner, whiter teeth more poised and eloquent…you get the picture.
So onto the next LIVE TV show, Good Things Utah, you know…the highest rated number one program. It is one of those chatty women shows with the beautiful, yet relatable women sitting around a table with their mugs (coffee; not faces). We sit on the risers with the audience waiting for our turn. As we wait, Excel encourages me to sit up straighter. The problem with this is that I have scoliosis pretty bad which makes me hunched over on one side. I tell myself, “OK, Quasimodo, sit up straight and don’t forget to smile.” It’s finally our turn and they have us sit on these chairs, not behind the table. I sit down and think, “Back straight, smile on, say the memorized information.” I get ‘er done. I know it’s nothing special and that it’s a bit forced…but I do it and I’m glad to have been able to do everything I was asked to do.
As we leave the studio, the PR assistant asks, “So is this the last television show that we have?” The answer was no, and I think, “Great, what did I do now?” They proceed to tell me that it is a good idea to have my legs crossed while wearing a skirt on TV… “WHAT? You are kidding me! I was on LIVE TV, in a skirt, without my legs crossed?” I could have died. They reassured me that no one saw anything and that the cameras were to the side and people probably didn’t even notice. Well, I’m pacified…sort of…but decide to call my husband just to make sure. He answers, I say nothing about the catastrophe at hand, but ask, “So how did I do?” He says, “You did great!” And then I ask to talk to my daughter, Kelsey, “How did I do?” She answers and this is an exact quote, “Mom, why do you even care? It’s only like 30 seconds. Oh, and if your hand hadn’t been on your lap, you would have flashed all of Utah.” Good Things Utah…may I never show my mug there again.
So now we are in the car getting ready to do a phone interview and I am absolutely traumatized by how terribly wrong it is all going and we still have a whole day of press ahead of us. I know that I am ruining everything. I know that if the president of Excel doesn’t like me not smiling, he’s not gonna like me not crossing my legs on LIVE TV. They are probably regretting letting an inexperienced embarrassment like me on the television, representing them. I am letting everyone down and feel like I can’t do this anymore. I get on the phone for my part of the interview and I am so mad at myself. The woman on the other end of the line asks the reoccurring question, “What made you want to do this?” my tone says, “I DO NOT KNOW!” I finish the interview and honestly cannot remember what I said. I pass the phone to Erin.
I just can’t take it anymore. The tears are welling up, I don’t want to sob in front these ladies, so I quietly open the car door and step out – it was parked. And then it begins – the crying with the tears that I cannot stop. The women from Excel come out to ask me if they are happy tears. Not so much. Erin comes out and asks me if it was something she said. I want to say, yes, everything…it’s all so perfect and poised and pretty, please stop that. The PR assistant says that it just seems worse because I’m so tired. And although there was a lot of truth to that, all I could think was, “I am so humiliated. And, like the revelation of the not smiling, how often am I not crossing my legs and not realizing it?” Now the sobbing in front of these sweet ladies is awkward and humiliating as well…more tears.
The next item on the schedule was to meet the President of Excel, whom I had not yet met. I still can’t stop crying…I’ve got the tears, the runny nose, the lack of Kleenex and a swollen red face. I’m pretty sure that I won’t be attending that lunch. I tell the ladies that I am not going. I am going back to the office to pray and to pump and to cry. I go back to the office where I want no one to see me because the question, “What’s wrong?” will result in more sobbing. Finally, I’m alone in the office, sitting at a desk hooked up to a breast pump, with a swollen red face and tears streaming down and all I could think was, “I don’t feel very famous.”
I then put my things away and went over to the window to touch up my make up for the next appointment, a puffy eyed photo shoot for the Salt Lake Tribune. I then glance out the window, below onto the side-walk and see homeless people from the shelter and I think, “I can’t believe that you think that this is a real problem, Heidi. These people don’t even have homes and you’re crying because you got to be part of this cool experience but did something slightly embarrassing on TV.” Of course this makes me cry my make-up off again because I’ve been such an ingrate. I was just so worried about how much I had messed up and what a goober I was.
And then this thought comes to my mind; an answer to my prayers as well as an answer to the question, “What is so special about your mission that you thought it should be made into a movie?” The thought was, “Heidi, if you weren’t this way there would be no movie. This is who you are – you are awkward and clueless at times and that is ok. This is what made your mission so special. You can’t have it both ways – you can’t be the dork that got into uncomfortable situations that people could learn from and be the poised, perfect person in an interview. So which one do you prefer?” And right then I realized that this is my mission, this is who I am and this is who I want to be, but that I only want to be it with the Lord at my side.
During that trip to Utah I felt compelled to read Sheri Dew’s book, No One Can Take Your Place. In it she reconfirms just that. She says:
No one can take your place in your family or with your friends. No one can take your place in your ward or your extended family, in your neighborhood or at the company where you work. No one can have the influence you have been prepared to have on all who come within your sphere of influence. Without question, no one can fulfill your foreordained mission. No one can do what you were sent here to do. No one.
The rest of that media day I was told that I did a great job, of course what else could they say at this point? But I do feel that it went better. When I got back to my family that night they all asked me about my exciting day with the press and I told them what had happened. Then they insisted that I watch my part on Good Things Utah. So, I sat down, probably didn’t cross my legs and then watched the program. I didn’t look like the other women, with their legs to the side, crossed daintily. Let’s face it, I looked pretty uncomfortable up there, but I also looked like what I am, a stay-home-mom trying something new, making mistakes along the way, but learning from them. And I was ok with that.
The next day, I saw my friend Danetta after the premier. I had gone to her house the Sunday before media week to borrow her breast pump and we had joked about what I would do to embarrass myself on TV. So I walked up to her and we hugged. Then she smiled and said, “So I saw you on TV.” I replied, “You did, huh?” And she said, “Yep, and I thought, ‘Heidi looks nervous…and she needs to cross her legs.’” We both laughed and hugged again. She appreciated me for not letting her down.
I would like to share another quote from Sheri Dew’s book. It is by President George Q. Cannon:
God has chosen us out of the world and has given us a great mission. I do not entertain a doubt myself but that we were selected and fore-ordained for the mission before the world was; that we had our parts allotted to us in this mortal state of existence as our Savior had His assigned to Him” (“Topics of the Times,” 140).
You have a mission here on Earth. You have been fore-ordained to do things that only you can do. The Lord knows you; He knows what you are going through and what time of life you’re in. But are you aware of Him? Do you notice the tender mercies of the Lord on a daily basis? Pay attention to this. Every day look for His hand in your life and you will find it. By acknowledging this, it enables you to realize His personal love for you, that you are special and that you do have a mission. This knowledge will increase your desire to be obedient and reach your potential with His help.
I have a testimony that to successfully complete what we are fore-ordained to do we must remember that we need the Lord’s help in all things. Just as Sister Taylor learns in The Errand of Angels, just as I learned on my own mission and in working on the film and as I was again reminded on Media week. I must allow the Lord to help me in my life and then I need to acknowledge His help all along the way. Again Christ shows us a perfect example of this when He says in John 8:28, “…I do nothing of myself, but as my Father hath taught me…”
Alma states similarly in Alma 29:9: “I know that which the Lord hath commanded me, and I glory in it. I do not glory of myself, but I glory in that which the Lord hath commanded me; yea, and this is my glory, that perhaps I may be an instrument in the hands of God…” I remember one day really thinking about the phrase, “…to be an instrument or a Tool in the Lord’s hands. Just as we need different tools to perform certain functions, the Lord selects different tools to perform His work as well. Sometimes He needs a hammer, sometimes a pair of pliers. I think that I must be a screwdriver because part of my mission is to screw things up, learn something from them and pass it on. I am happy to be a screwdriver. I don’t even want to be a hammer anymore.
We are all unique people, with unique gifts and work to do. When we do our part to keep ourselves as instruments in the hands of the Lord then we are able to feel the hand of the Lord in our lives. The Lord is mindful of each of His children throughout the world and throughout time. He is able to remember millions of us. We are only asked to remember the One, yet we struggle. I pray that I will remember the Lord in my life. I have a testimony of these things and I leave them with you in the Name of Jesus Christ, Amen.
1 comments:
It is kind of eye opening to hear your media story. Celebrities make TV interviews look so easy. I always assume that people on TV love the attention.
Thanks for the insights as to how the Lord helps us cope with not only the bad things but also with the good and makes us equal to the challenges he gives us.
Good luck to you with your future endeavors.
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