October 7, 2014
The weight of the name tag….
When I first received my name tag at the MTC, it was so
exciting to put on. It made me different
from what I had been before. It
represented a calling, a three year calling at that. It was light.
When we arrived to Mexico, the name tag changed. Although it carried the same significance as
before, it suddenly offered me more security and protection. On days that we were just going to be at
home, or maybe walk to the grocery store, we still put on the name tags and
dressed the part. It’s what felt
right. It also made me feel that I had
heavenly protection.
This last week, the weight of the tag has changed
again. This last week the name tag has
been heavy on my shoulders. It has
represented a necessity to act or react in a strong righteous conviction. It hasn’t allowed me to turn my head or look
away. Instead it has insisted upon
responsibility and respect.
Isn’t that interesting – the name tag’s weight changes with
my experiences.
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