Seek Earnestly the Best Gifts
On the day I received my Patriarchal blessing, I met this cute guy and his mom in the hall. They were waiting for the Patriarch; the cute guy was next to receive his blessing.
I’ve wondered if the Patriarch had any inkling about that cute guy and me—if he suspected that the nearly identical blessings he gave to each of us meant anything other than that maybe it was time he took a nap, reboot the system a bit. He was getting repetitive, after all—not always a good feature in a Patriarch.
Three years later—admit it, you saw this coming—that cute guy and I were married. That we married on the same day as the Patriarch’s daughter we’ve chalked up to coincidence. The dovetail blessings? Nope, that was Divinely intentional.
Twenty-seven years and four children later, we’ve seen the power of Patriarchal blessings bless our lives. For years we each relied on our own blessing, and that of our spouse, to offer direction, insight, and comfort as we made choices we never thought would even be presented to us.
Now, three of our children have their blessings, and we expect our youngest to receive his in the next few weeks. And in the years since our kids received their Patriarchal blessings, I’ve gained greater understanding of the significance of those blessings.
We tend to think of a Patriarchal blessing as something that is ‘mine.’ We even stress that when teaching others about their blessing: “It’s personal. Meant just for you. It shows that you are unique, and known to your Heavenly Father.”
But if we are to take Paul, Moroni, and others at their word—that spiritual gifts are intended to ‘edify’ or build up others—then we have to assume that our blessings are absolutely not personal, not meant just for us.
What good does it do me to be blessed as a teacher, if there are no students, no classes to teach? How are promises of being an inspired mother fulfilled without children to parent?
As my children have received their Patriarchal blessings, I have found myself reading them very closely. Why? Because I’ve realized that their blessings are my blessings. One daughter has been given the gift of healing hands. I’m counting on those hands when I’m in my dotage! My son was told that he is presided over by a ‘council of grandfathers.’ One of those grandfathers is my own father, and I take great comfort in the idea that he sits in council with the great men of my ancestry—endowed with priesthood authority—to have very real influence over the course of my life and the lives of my family. Another daughter has been blessed with the gift of discernment. I’m sticking close to her when the zombie apocalypse comes; she’ll have the inside edge on who’s alive and who’s merely undead!
The Proclamation on the Family states that each son and daughter of God has a divine nature and destiny. Knowing that my children, their spouses, and their children—along with our extended families—all have gifts and callings specially selected by their Heavenly Father with which to bless those around them, gives me courage when facing experiences that might otherwise overwhelm me. Possessed of this confidence, I can better serve others and embrace new opportunities, growing and adding to my quiver of desirable ‘best gifts.’ And I learn firsthand how the greatest gift really is Charity, because it’s that power that enables one to do for others what they cannot do for themselves.
The lessons Paul taught to the Church, to the entire world, I’ve seen bear fruit in our little family. I don’t need to possess every gift; I just need to be a mom. The help I require is just a phone call, a prayer, a fast away, as my children call upon their gifts to bring wholeness to my life.
DeNae Handy is a humorist, blogger, musician, writer, editor, and bi-weekly columnist with Meridian Magazine. With twenty years’ experience teaching Gospel Doctrine, Institute, and Seminary, DeNae enjoys invitations to speak at LDS-sponsored conferences and other events throughout the United States. Her most recent publication,Tell Me Who I Am, is a collaborative work which includes essays and poetry depicting daily life for sixteen Latter-day Saint writers. More of DeNae’s writing can be found on her blog, My Real Life Was Backordered.
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