Right now in my ward I get to work with the Young Women. I ?ve grown to love it, though I didn ?t at first. What I dreaded the most was all the drama. I think the hardest part of being a teen is figuring out who you are, and then how that relates to the people around you. For the most part, though, the girls in our ward get along pretty well and are inclusive toward each other. Of course they ?re still learning about those tricky interpersonal relationships, but I expect that.
The most surprising thing I ?ve found is the drama that goes on among the women. I ?m not just talking about the young women leaders; I ?m talking about our whole ward. I had no idea.
I ?ve spent the better part of my adult life trying to avoid the drama that goes on between females. Which is why I ?m actually startled by the number of women who have come to talk to me in the past 12 months or so. They want to tell me how isolated they feel. They tell me they ?ve never really been able to make a good friend and carry that friendship. They think that people are gossiping about them. And every one of them thinks that this disconnected feeling is unique to them.
I ?m not sure why they are telling me these things. My last calling was in the Relief Society presidency. That would have been much more logical. Maybe I ?ve developed That Look over the past year. The Look that says Hey, how could I judge you when I have mascara under my eyes and my dress is tucked into my pantyhose? ? But I digress.
Are these women really the exceptions they think they are? Or is this feeling more the norm?
I guess we never really grow up. No matter how old we get, we ?re all perpetually 14 years old inside. We all need someone to remind us that we are daughters of our Heavenly Father who loves us. We all need someone to sit by at church, we need someone to share our successes and fears with, and we need to be needed. I think we all need President Hinckley ?s three keys for new members; a friend, a calling, and nourishment in the good word of God.
All this time I thought it was just me. Do you feel disconnected, too? And why is that?
Spread the word!