“Is This What You’d Give Me?”
One day my mother, Linnie P. Gold, related an experience to me that has shaped my life ever since.
She said that after World War II Church members were asked to donate clothing for the destitute people in Germany. My mother was therefore collecting from our drawers and cupboards well-worn discards that were too good to throw away. Suddenly she heard a voice say, “Is this what you would give to Me?”
“Oh, no,” was her immediate cry. And she quickly began gathering the best clothes in the house. As editor of the ward newspaper to be printed the next day, she quickly penned a poetic appeal for clothes. Readers were deeply touched by the appeal and responded in abundance.
I know now why my mother gives so very freely and is always doing things for others. She gives to Him. , Hillsboro, Oregon
I sat on the floor in my nineteen-month-old daughter’s room, watching her systematically shuffle and sort a pile of index cards she had discovered. She babbled earnestly in a language of her own, absorbed in her activity and oblivious to my presence.
After a few minutes I reminded myself of the projects waiting for me in the other room. “Why are you just sitting around in here?” I asked myself. “You’ve got drawings to finish for the art exhibit, a stack of exams to grade, bills and correspondence to attend to, phone calls to make for Relief Society, not to mention a sink full of dishes. It’s not as if you have nothing better to do!”
I stopped at that last phrase, putting my “sitting around” into clearer perspective. Certainly all my other responsibilities were important, but among all the demands that claimed my time and attention there was none better than enjoying the blossoming of this little one who was eternally bound to me through everlasting covenants.
I leaned back against the toy chest and continued to watch her happy play. Nothing better to do? Nothing better at all! , Chicago, Illinois
“You Can Do It”
Several years after World War II was over, our family (consisting of my husband, two sons ages four and two, and myself) moved to Spanish Fork, Utah. We had been in our home about six months when I was asked to teach the Nursery Class in Primary.
I was a very shy person. Although I had been a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints all my life, I had never held a position. So I talked with the Primary president (Rebecca Christensen), whom I knew rather well. “I could never do that!” I told her, “I have never taught before.”
Rebecca knew I was shy, but she also knew that I loved children. She expressed her love for me and told me she knew I would love the work, if I would just give it a try. I declined the offer. But when she arose from the chair to leave, she told me she would expect me to teach this group of children come Primary day.
Not until after she was gone did I find the lesson book she had left on a chair. I thought I must return it, but instead I opened it and read the beautiful lessons. Each day I told myself I would return the book. And each day it became harder for me to think what I might say to Rebecca. Primary day soon arrived. I knew I had to give the lesson or find someone who would. So I studied and prepared. I said to myself, “I will give the lesson just this once, then return the book.”
I taught that class for three years. Then I taught the Rainbows for five years. When our ward was divided, I was called to serve in the Primary presidency.
Over the years I have held many leadership positions: Beehive leader, president of the Young Women, counselor and then president of our ward Relief Society and secretary of our stake Relief Society. These callings have helped me become a more fulfilled and happier person, for they have helped me overcome my shyness and learn to love my fellowmen. All this, because a dear, trusting leader showed she really cared and would not let me say “no” to a calling. , Spanish Fork, Utah