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Show 105 "Well, the Lord wants you to teach a Sunday School class... 14 year-old boys and girls." Michael explained. It didn't matter. I was remembered, valued, called and trusted to care for the young people in our ward. One of the youth in my class, Charles, had mental retardation. When I asked for volunteers to teach one Sunday's lesson each, he was among the first to raise his hand. As he concluded his lesson a few weeks later, two of the youth who together had taught a fine lesson the week before, raised their hands and with complete candor volunteered that Charles' lesson had been more spiritual than theirs. Then comments illustrated that calling, my gift from God. They were a caring, loving, open group of fourteen year-olds who, as individuals and collectively, had a craving to learn and give. I would love to say that 1 taught them well, but it would be far more accurate to admit that the Lord knew what I needed to once again walk in the light, feel warmed by its glow, smile, even laugh now and again, and experience a happiness which had waned those past 11 years. This magnificent experience became my rebirth. Funny thing is my home life hadn't changed at all. I had changed. Because I knew I was loved. I could now go on in the pursuit of mental, emotional and spiritual growth that in turn would bring peace and joy to my soul and that of my fam-ily. |