What a beautiful reminder that Church isn't a place for us to be perfect. It is a place for us to grow together.
Something happened this last Sunday that Britt and I never expected to see in a Mormon sacrament meeting. It was certainly surprising but also incredibly inspiring.
After the second speaker finished her remarks, a sweet young girl made her way to the stand to perform a musical number with her Dad, accompanied by her Mom. As the mother played the introduction, we recognized the familiar and beloved tune of “Love is Spoken Here.”
The young girl braced herself as she prepared to sing the first words. She took a breath and began to sing. But to the dismay of her tender heart, the sound that came out of her mouth was not what she had prepared. Congestion and perhaps a little stage fright had taken her voice.
She was clearly mortified. She looked at her Dad with tears in her eyes, not knowing what to do. He hugged her and encouraged her to try again. Her Mom replayed the introduction, but as she started to sing, she again found herself unable to voice the words she had practiced–all while two hundred people watched.
At this point, she buried her head in her Dad’s chest, feeling embarrassed and disappointed. As the ward watched, there was a silent exchange between the young woman and her parents. It appeared that they were all trying to figure out if she should give it one more go.