Happy August Sisters! This month I am really looking forward to our Visiting Teaching conference on Sunday, August 23rd. It will be fun to be all together for the third hour of church and enjoy some music and thoughts about Visiting Teaching including refreshments. I hope all of you will make a special effort to be there! The scripture theme for our Visiting Teaching conference is:
I love to think of this scripture and how it applies to us when we Visit Teach. I think of powerful, bold women who are full of love and are on the Lord’s errand when I think of Visiting Teachers.
Think of your Sisters this month and their unique needs. Pray about them, love them, and remember that 90% of good Visiting Teaching is just showing up! The Lord really will take care of the rest! I know you will be guided by the Spirit as you desire to serve and love those that you visit.
If you have an additional minute, read this poem that I love that I think really embodies my thoughts about Visiting Teaching our needs as women. We all need to feel the love of the Lord and also from the women around us.
Love-Denice Rasmussen
The Secret Heart – by Claire Helmers (c)1997 all rights reserved
I wonder, sometimes, if you know how much I need your love.
How much I crave a compliment, how much I want a hug.
I wonder if you share my fear of always falling short
Of thinking I'm the only one with faults and sins and warts.
Do you like me, put on a face that says your life is swell,
But shake and tremble deep inside that fragile outer shell?
Please don't be fooled by my facade, I've worn it now for years
But often, just below my smile, my throat is full of tears.
Are you convinced that others here are worthier than you?
They know the gospel, pay their tithes, and shine in Sunday School
Their kids don't fight, their house is clean, they never raise their voice.
You'd gladly trade your life for theirs, if you just had a choice.
Well, please remember, sisters dear, that life's not all it seems.
The lives that other women live are only in your dreams
They worry, struggle, cry and pray, and never have enough
Of love from women like yourself, of gentle female stuff.
I need your love like you need mine; I need forgiveness too
For falling short of my ideals, and wishing I was you
So if you like me, tell me so, just tell me to my face
I need to hear that, oh so much: I need your warm embrace.
Do you like my dress, my hair, my smile, the lesson I just gave?
Well, tell me every Sunday, please; I'd love it if you rave.
You see, I'm not as smart or strong or good as you may think;
Life gets me down; you'd be surprised how low my moods can sink.
Well, who am I? I'm everyone--I'm every woman here
Who needs a friend, a confidante, a non-judgmental ear,
Who wants to feel important and to know somebody cares,
Who needs to feel she's up to all the burdens that she bears.
So please don't be afraid of me; draw near to me instead,
Pour out your heart and soul to me and get inside my head.
Let's be a whole fraternity of inter linking hearts.
That's how the Savior planned it, if we each just do our part.
2 Timothy 1:7
“For God hath not given us the spirit of fear;
but of power, and of love, and of a sound mind.”
I love to think of this scripture and how it applies to us when we Visit Teach. I think of powerful, bold women who are full of love and are on the Lord’s errand when I think of Visiting Teachers.
Think of your Sisters this month and their unique needs. Pray about them, love them, and remember that 90% of good Visiting Teaching is just showing up! The Lord really will take care of the rest! I know you will be guided by the Spirit as you desire to serve and love those that you visit.
If you have an additional minute, read this poem that I love that I think really embodies my thoughts about Visiting Teaching our needs as women. We all need to feel the love of the Lord and also from the women around us.
Love-Denice Rasmussen
The Secret Heart – by Claire Helmers (c)1997 all rights reserved
I wonder, sometimes, if you know how much I need your love.
How much I crave a compliment, how much I want a hug.
I wonder if you share my fear of always falling short
Of thinking I'm the only one with faults and sins and warts.
Do you like me, put on a face that says your life is swell,
But shake and tremble deep inside that fragile outer shell?
Please don't be fooled by my facade, I've worn it now for years
But often, just below my smile, my throat is full of tears.
Are you convinced that others here are worthier than you?
They know the gospel, pay their tithes, and shine in Sunday School
Their kids don't fight, their house is clean, they never raise their voice.
You'd gladly trade your life for theirs, if you just had a choice.
Well, please remember, sisters dear, that life's not all it seems.
The lives that other women live are only in your dreams
They worry, struggle, cry and pray, and never have enough
Of love from women like yourself, of gentle female stuff.
I need your love like you need mine; I need forgiveness too
For falling short of my ideals, and wishing I was you
So if you like me, tell me so, just tell me to my face
I need to hear that, oh so much: I need your warm embrace.
Do you like my dress, my hair, my smile, the lesson I just gave?
Well, tell me every Sunday, please; I'd love it if you rave.
You see, I'm not as smart or strong or good as you may think;
Life gets me down; you'd be surprised how low my moods can sink.
Well, who am I? I'm everyone--I'm every woman here
Who needs a friend, a confidante, a non-judgmental ear,
Who wants to feel important and to know somebody cares,
Who needs to feel she's up to all the burdens that she bears.
So please don't be afraid of me; draw near to me instead,
Pour out your heart and soul to me and get inside my head.
Let's be a whole fraternity of inter linking hearts.
That's how the Savior planned it, if we each just do our part.
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