Distracted (a convert’s journey)
by Lynda Nelson
I am aged 10, lying in the long grass gazing into the endless blue sky.
I think…..is He looking down? Are we the size of ants?
Are we His great experiment?
I feel so small, like a dot in His universe.
He calls me. I try to listen. I am distracted.
I am 16. I am aware of my many sins, my shame.
He reaches out to me.
I try to listen. I am distracted.
Later, I have a husband, I have children.
I often think of Him, then I am distracted.
Many trials and many sins later, lessons in mortality,
many conversations with Him and entreaties for His Mercy.
Finally I listen to Him, accept His Mercy, and come home to Him.
I am complete.
I am no longer distracted.