Oh to be Grateful

I've had a lot of neat experiences over the past little while that have helped me realize the importance of reaching out.  I've really been trying hard to recognize the promptings of the Spirit more in my life.  And of course, to quickly obey them.  The opportunity to listen to and respond to a prompting of the Spirit can come as quickly as the opening and closing of subway doors.  So it is in my life.  Many times I have put a prompting on the back burner, only to realize its divine inspiration when it is too late.  

I have been rehearsing for my upcoming performances during every spare moment that I have.  It is a given that my Saturdays are booked.  Without a question.  But, I had a chance to just sit and watch a dance that the beginning ballet students (little girls around ages 5-8) are learning. One of those little girls has a special place in my heart.  Back in September, when I first began learning choreography, she came early and watched me dance.  She stood behind me, several feet away at first, mimicking my every move.  Soon she was a few inches away, making it difficult for me to dance.  I didn't have the heart to tell her to move, and I'm sure glad I didn't.

During her rehearsal last week, my instructor confided in me that her mother could not afford the costume for this particular dance and would therefore only be able to perform if another student was unable.  A huge box was hiding in the corner of the room and all the little girls knew it held the costumes they had been so anxiously awaiting.  At the end of the rehearsal, the glittery purple tutus were handed out.  This little girl did not understand that she would not receive a costume.  The instructor and the little girl's mother had to pull her aside to explain this painful truth.  I felt that even though this little girl barely knows me, I needed to say something.  I had a nano second to react.  She had her galoshes and rain coat on, about to head to the car with her mother.  In that moment, I made a decision: I ran from my seat and yelled her name.  I put my arm around her shoulder and told her that she has improved so much.  I told her she doesn't need any glitter to make her look more beautiful.  As she walked ahead, her mother leaned back and mouthed the words, "Thank you."  Knowing that I did something that was inspired is enough.  I don't need a huge hug and for things to suddenly be alright.  Because it was inspired, it was required.  That is enough.

Last week as I was volunteering at the hospital, I was about to leave a unit, thinking that the nurses on the unit never need any help.  I've asked every time and they always give me a curt "no" in response to my inquiring if they have any need for assistance and they send me on my way.  At once, I felt a prompting to ask.  Of the half dozen nurses on that unit, one told me to check a certain room, that maybe the mother was not back from a health education class yet.  I peered inside to find a 10 or 11 year old boy watching TV.  Before I could finish introducing myself, he began to nod his head enthusiastically.  I then asked, "Do you want to play a game?"  He continued to nod his head ferociously followed by an eager, "Yes!"  I pulled a few games out and eventually he creamed me at Battleship.  

Most of the work we perform in this life will leave us wondering, "Did I make a difference?" or "Whatever happened to her?"  But, we should not begin work thinking and expecting that we must know the outcome.  Life isn't perfect and will not always have a happy ending.  But, it is our responsibility to listen to divine promptings.  God has a plan.  We certainly act as angels in bringing it forth for each person.  

During this Thanksgiving week, I am grateful for those who have obeyed the promptings of the Spirit to assist Heavenly Father in guiding me and opening my eyes.  Thank you.