This week has been a whirlwind. Work has been especially demanding—we’re juggling so much right now at the office, and honestly, I’ve felt like I’m barely keeping my head above water. On top of that, I’m preparing to leave town in just two days, and my to-do list is not getting any shorter.
Tonight, I had a Young Women’s presidency training scheduled. Normally I look forward to these nights, but today? I was drained—physically, emotionally, spiritually. The thought of teaching or uplifting anyone felt impossible. I even considered canceling and rescheduling it a week or two out. I thought, “They’ll understand. I’m just not feeling it.”
But something in me said to just pray and keep going. So I did. I prayed—really prayed—that somehow I’d be able to feel the Spirit and be guided in what to say. And the truth is…I still didn’t feel anything. I kept waiting for that comforting reassurance, that spark of inspiration. But nothing came.
Still, I showed up.
And that’s when the miracle happened.
The moment I walked into the room, I was flooded with the Spirit. A wave of love washed over me—for those sisters, for the work we get to do together, and for our Heavenly Father who knows us so personally. All the weariness, the doubt, the resistance—it melted away. The words came. The Spirit flowed. And I could feel God guiding every part of it.
I left that meeting with tears in my eyes, so humbled and grateful. Not because I had somehow found the strength—but because I had run out of it, and God had filled in the rest.
It reminded me of one of my favorite scriptures in 2 Corinthians 12:9:
“My grace is sufficient for thee: for my strength is made perfect in weakness.”
I love that Paul doesn’t say God gives us strength instead of weakness. He says that God’s strength is perfected in our weakness. When we come to Him empty—tired, broken, unmotivated—He meets us right there, and fills in the gaps.
It also made me think of the parable of the loaves and fishes. The disciples came to Jesus with very little—just five loaves and two fish. It wasn’t enough to feed a multitude. And yet, in the Savior’s hands, it became more than enough.
That’s how I felt tonight. I came with five loaves and two fish—a tired heart, a weary mind, and not a lot of spiritual energy. But I offered what I had. And in His hands, it became enough. More than enough.
So if you’re feeling overwhelmed, underprepared, or just plain done- I promise, if you just show up with whatever you’ve got, God will meet you there. He always does.
Tonight, I was reminded that I don’t have to carry everything. I just have to trust the One who can.
And He had my back.
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