Memory

 When Megan was about ten years old, our ward, to test our emergency preparedness, challenged us all to not go to the store for a week. When Megan heard about it, she flew in the kitchen door, panicked asking questions like, "Will we be able to eat? Are we going to run out of food?" I was able to calm her down by telling her that she would be fine and she needed to trust me. She did trust me because the panic left her and she happily went back outside to play. I thought it was interesting that she took on the responsibility of food for the family at all. Wasn't I always the one to give her food without her having to give any thought to where it came from? I also thought it was interesting how quickly the panic left her when I reminded her that she could trust me. At the time, it reinforced for me my duty to my children to be ready in times of emergency and how grateful I was to the church for teaching me to be someone who would be able to fulfill that trust my children place in me. Now, I look back on it and learn another lesson. How often do I panic because of what might happen? How often am I the child banging into the kitchen wanting to know if my Father has thought this all through? How quickly my panic can leave me when I am reminded that I can trust Him. He has a plan. I really can go back out and play.