{"id":14945,"date":"2018-05-30T12:00:06","date_gmt":"2018-05-30T19:00:06","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.angelaross.net\/blog\/?p=14945"},"modified":"2020-02-03T11:28:09","modified_gmt":"2020-02-03T17:28:09","slug":"superpowers-required","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.angelaross.net\/blog\/2018\/05\/superpowers-required\/","title":{"rendered":"Superpowers Required"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>There was a big meeting scheduled this week for my calling. We were asked to &#8220;arrange our schedules&#8221; so we could attend. This phrase read in my mind, &#8220;It will be a sin to miss it.&#8221; The problem was, this meeting was at the same time as the Senior awards night. I felt the urgency of the message to fix my schedule, and wondered if God expected me to miss an important part of graduation. I mean, my ancestors left their countries and families to cross the plains and serve missions. Here it was again: the call of church and family, ringing in all parts of my mind, not in harmony, but dissonant and out of sync. This interpretation of events is no one&#8217;s fault but my own. No meeting is worth the angst I felt, but it illustrates the way I and many women face the world. We interpret invitations as commandments and feel regret when we can&#8217;t do everything. Compound this with the question, is there anything worse than a mother who doesn&#8217;t show up for her kids? Mothers are needed more than presidents, but I need to feel my choices are actually mine to make. I believe I usually choose the right option after some thought and talking it out. Of course I would choose my son, but in my mind, I was wrestling to know if it was God&#8217;s will or mine that made me think I should choose the meeting. In the end, I chose my son and was thankful that my Father in Heaven gave me counselors to cover meetings I can&#8217;t attend.<\/p>\n<p>I don&#8217;t believe I need to do more things to be of worth. But independent of my worth, I want to be useful, and that means I need to do the right things. It feels like super powers are required sometimes. Sometimes I am torn in big ways, but other times I think it is funny what I am asked to do. This week included the following:<\/p>\n<p>I was asked to help with an essay, but I was not allowed to read the rough draft.<\/p>\n<p>I needed to visit a home full of dogs, but focus on the people, not the beloved dog biting my feet during the visit.<\/p>\n<p>I was asked to demonstrate Timothy&#8217;s electric guitar since I am the only one in the house who plays the guitar. Never mind that I can&#8217;t play Metallica.<\/p>\n<p>And of course, I needed to be in two places at once, or at least I felt that way until I let it go and delegated the responsibility to someone else. I think this is the freedom that I was looking for this week. My Father in Heaven has everything in place to make things work for busy moms at church.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>There was a big meeting scheduled this week for my calling. We were asked to &#8220;arrange our schedules&#8221; so we could attend. This phrase read in my mind, &#8220;It will be a sin to miss it.&#8221; The problem was, this meeting was at the same time as the Senior awards night. I felt the urgency &hellip; <a href=\"http:\/\/www.angelaross.net\/blog\/2018\/05\/superpowers-required\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">Superpowers Required<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[8,20,4],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-14945","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-church","category-life-according-to-angela","category-motherhood"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.angelaross.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14945","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.angelaross.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.angelaross.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.angelaross.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.angelaross.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=14945"}],"version-history":[{"count":10,"href":"http:\/\/www.angelaross.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14945\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":17918,"href":"http:\/\/www.angelaross.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14945\/revisions\/17918"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.angelaross.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=14945"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.angelaross.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=14945"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.angelaross.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=14945"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}