Today is Father’s Day. My children were actually willing to help me make a special dinner for my husband. My little 10-year-old, Fancy Princess, was happy to peel potatoes for mashed potatoes. Halfway through she found a rotten potato with a worm in it. She freaked out and was done helping. Ninja Boy and Buster Boo wanted to see it and got all grossed out. I came to the rescue and threw the potato in the garbage in the kitchen. Shortly after that, I had Buster Boo throw away an empty juice bottle. For some reason he freaked out and threw the juice bottle out of the garbage sure that the worm had gotten on the juice bottle.

Now Buster Boo is only 4 years old. This worm has really set him back today. He wants me to double check the pantry to make sure that there aren’t any more worms. Then he had me check under the couch cushions. He wouldn’t go into the bathroom unless I turned the light on for him. During dinner, he didn’t really eat his dinner especially when the rest of the kids kept talking about the worm. Buster Boo wanted Dandy Dancer to check the house and pantry again for worms. She was able to convince him the worms were gone.

My confession today is that church is sometimes hard for me. I love my church. I love the people there. I love my Savior and have a testimony that the church is true. Just lately, I feel misplaced. It’s a series of events that have led me to this feeling. It’s like a worm but I think I am the worm that everyone sees as ruining things and that I am yucky. I know it’s not true but yet when I’m at church, those feelings of insecurity rise to the surface. I go to church because I want to be obedient. The Lord has blessed me with so much that I need to do and be better than what I am. My worry is that I may never be good enough. I worry about talking to people because I may say something that shows how sad I am. I don’t want to be that sad person. I used to be one of those happy people at church. You know that lady. The one that says all the right answers whenever she adds a comment to the lesson or is funny. I didn’t always give the right answers but I tried. But now I worry about making any comment at all.

On a good note today, an older lady came up to me to tell me how much she appreciated a comment I made about a month ago about prayer. It has helped her. I always pray before I make my bed. If my bed isn’t made, then I know I haven’t made my bed. She said even at her age you would think that she would remember but this little trick has helped her. I guess that’s one less person that I have to worry about that thinks I’m a worm.