when you listen to that still small voice

 

*I’m only referencing things that happened to me when I was younger.  This does not define the principles of the church and it does not mean that every church member or ward is this way.  I had a special experience and to this day I know it made me stronger. I am a proud member of my church and am grateful and blessed for the experiences that I have had.*

When I was twelve lots of things mean happened to me.

In a bullying way.  

I was always picked on because everyone thought I was different. 

If you want to read about my first encounter with bullying head here. 

My next bulling experience is something similar to my previous one.

I was 13 years old.

My ward recently had split and they created new boundaries so again I had to make new friends. 

No one knew me so they automatically didn’t like me. 

There were times in church where I would sit alone, no one would talk to me except an occasional “hello” from one of the leaders.   

I could hear girls whispering about me and they would always look at me funny. 

There were times when I wouldn’t want to go to class and I would ditch and stay in the bathroom.

I didn’t want to be in a place where I didn’t feel welcome. 

For some reason I had “SOCIAL OUTCAST” written across my fore-headed brace-face, it was big and bold.

I remember feeling so alone, and feeling so left out. 

There were times when I would tell my mom that I didn’t want to go back to church. 

That the girls were mean, and no one even cared that I was there. 

I didn’t want to go to their activities, I just didn’t want to be around people that were THAT mean. 

But, there was one time when my mom and I were walking out of church and I told her that I wan’t coming back. 

I couldn’t take it anymore. 

And I started crying. 

I cried because I was in pain.

All I wanted was for someone to be my friend. 

Just one person. 

As I got in the car, my mom getting ready to get in, someone from the ward calls out for my mom and then they call for me. 

And I will never forget this moment. 

An older girl from my ward (by older I mean 16) was calling my name. 

She had something in her hand and she gave it to me, I don’t remember exactly what it was, but it had something to do with church. 

She talked to me for a minute and then told me that she wanted to sit by me the following week at church. 

And at that moment I knew that it would be alright. 

I knew that she had listened to that still small voice. 

That she felt the need to reach out and help me. 

Somehow she knew I was struggling.

To this day I don’t know if she realized how much she touched my life. 

But she really did, and I am ever so grateful.  

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