It was the beginning of the month, so of course I wasn’t thinking about visiting teaching when I found myself passing the grocery store and pulling into her driveway. It was NOT where I had intended to go and I was flabbergasted when I awoke from my “auto pilot mode” to find myself staring at her front door and her gigantic Great Dane—Dexter—while knocking loudly.
I could hear her inside the house puttering around, whispering to her children to go figure out who was at the front door. I figured there was a reason I was there, so I would not leave until she let me in.
I was her visiting teacher, and my husband was their home teacher. Yet, I was frustrated that I had been assigned to this woman. I was certain that I had ZERO in common with her, and even less to learn from her.
Later I would find out that
she felt the exact same way about me.
All we knew was what we saw and what we assumed.
She had five kids; I had two. She had an employed husband; Mine was in law school. She had two cars; I barely had one. She lived in a
house and I lived in the ghetto, and not just the
ghetto, but Crack Alley Ghetto.
In my world, my life sucked and Tracy had it ALL.
The Lord intended to teach us both a lesson that day when I found myself driving past the grocery store and to her home.
When she finally let me in, it was obvious that she had been crying and it was at that moment—that very moment right there in her entry way—where we moved from being just visiting teachers to
Friends.
She was normal and she had cute little problems, just like me.
We were more alike than we were different.
You see, God knew what he was doing that day when he made me drive to her house. We needed each other and we didn't even know it.
That was twelve years ago, the “auto-pilot episode”, and a
real, lasting friendship was born at her dining room table. She is my best friend today—separated only by 1,200 miles.
"We are all in this together. We need each other. Oh, how we need each other. Those of us who are old need you who are young, and hopefully, you who are young need some of us who are old. It is a sociological fact that women need women. We need deep and satisfying and loyal friendships with each other. These friendships are a necessary source of sustenance. We need to renew our faith every day. We need to lock arms and help build the kingdom so that it will roll forth and fill the whole earth." – Marjorie P. Hinckley, Instruments in the Hands of God
It's true, you know. Women
DO need other women. We need those deep, loyal friendships. They are essential to our growth. Once you have tasted what a "real friendship" is like, it is not something you are ever willing to go without. On the contrary, it is something that you are willing to walk to the ends of the earth to retrieve because you understand completely the value from having it.
And really? Isn’t that the whole point of visiting teaching?
It’s women moving from the posing and pretending stage and into the real life—I’ve got problems stage—and letting those walls down long enough so that we can nurture and care for one another the way the Lord intended.
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Elisa is the owner of Mormon Mommy Blogs . Her husband, four kids (ages ranging 16 to 3), a mortgage and a dog is what provides her food for fodder on her non-award winning blog: Crazyland: Tales from the Motherboard.